Intro (low, gravelly spoken-sung over sparse picking):
I don’t have an answer for tomorrow… and the sun might not bother risin’.
Verse 1 (your raw lines, dark country drawl):
I don’t have an answer for tomorrow and I don’t have a story for today.
I don’t have a way back home and you can guess I’ll be alone.
I’m not looking for a friend, I’m not hoping for an enemy,
Just got my eyes on the horizon, prayin’ the sun comes up… if it dares.
Chorus (haunting swell with gothic choir-like backing vocals, heavy on the twang):
The heart has no heroes, memories are the only villains,
I fought you a thousand times and I’ll lose a thousand more.
Keep the scars ironed from every loving touch you burned,
Deeper than the well this fool drank in your memory’s hell.
Deeper than the well… this fool drank in hell…
Verse 2 (expanded in your fragmented, whiskey-soaked style):
Bottle spins empty on the porch again, wind howlin’ through the pines like your name,
Every shadow wears your face, every mile marker drags me back the same.
No map leads out, no prayer sticks, just dust and regret in my veins,
Chasin’ ghosts on blacktop lines under a sky that forgets the rain.
Bridge (slow burn to raw howl, lone fiddle crying):
Ironed scars still bleed when the night gets cold…
This fool keeps drinkin’ from the poisoned well…
No heroes left, just villains I know too well…
Chorus (outro, bigger gothic layers, fading into wind and distant thunder):
The heart has no heroes… memories are the only villains…
I fought you a thousand times… and I’ll lose a thousand more…
Deeper than the well… this fool drank in your memory’s hell…
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