The books are falling off the shelves and the swing swinging by itself Pretty little
thing posted up against the jukebox Stirring a really strong drink with a straw like her
marriage it's on the rocks Lipstick on the glass rim Ring finger naked as a newborn
babe she came here to listen to her anthem I asked her what's her name she said she
wasn't sure it's changed so many times well, I went home with her that night and
soon I gave her mine we spent two blissful years living our dream on a dairy farm
until one day she just disappeared without saying a word she was gone gone like a
handle of whiskey empty it by 7 o'clock once again I turned to thinking drinking at
first it was medicine for my heart but it quickly got worse and I knew that it would
Just as soon as I started I committed to doing myself in for good I can still touch you
now but what happened to the feeling? Have my fingers gone numb or has your
heart stopped beating? Searching for the spark inside your lifeless eyes? Your tongue
is sharp I'm trying to find out why your hand is cold though it's warm outside Perhaps
I should go the doors open wide Should I leave you alone to your own devices Divided
from the whole where you could grow toward the light? I know that within you hides
a soul that's righteous Though bound to mine it's chosen to go silent your size
emotionally blank no answer at all is better than a wall of rise There's a time limit on
our relationship that I'm not sure you're aware of Recalculating daily dependent upon
our actions and interactions the directions that our eyes drift Sometimes there are
other things that need our attention and so we agree on friendship for our own
protection Pretty little thing posted up against the jukebox Stirring a really strong
drink with a straw like her marriage is on the rocks Lipstick on the glass rim Ring
finger naked as a newborn babe she came here to listen listen to her anthem I asked
her what's her name she said she wasn't sure it's changed so many times well, I went
home with her that night and soon I gave her mine we spent two blissful years living
our dream on a dairy farm Till one day she just disappeared without saying a word
she was gone, gone like a handle of Whiskey emptied by 7 o'clock once again I turned
to drinking at first it was medicine for my but it quickly got worse than I knew that it
would Just as soon as I started I committed to doing myself in good I can still touch
you now but what happened to the feeling? Have my fingers gone numb? Or has
your heart stopped beating Searching for the spark inside your lifeless eyes?
