I wake up in the middle of the night with the sheets soakin wet,staring at the cellin fan reaching out for you but your not there, sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby edgey and dull an cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull,there's a bible and an empty whiskey bottle on the night stand, laying alone in a bed we once shared reaching out for you but your not there,l[low deep Volcals ] another Marlboro cigarette puffing on regrets staring at the ceiling fan moving in slow motion as the radio plays I don't want to fall if you let go, and you let go like a rose plucked from it's home,tearing it's petals from it's stem ,petals falling upon hollowed ground,all the i don't ever want this to end,all the i love you's blowing away like leafs in a chill midnight autumn's breeze, [guitar solo ] ....,...[Deep low Volcals]love is a double edge sword cuts deep keeps me on my knees ,[ high soaring Volcals] wasn't I ruff enough wasn't I tough enough wasn't my love enough all those late nights on the clock to give you the best in life,who's that in my place taking my place touching you in places where my hands should be, [ Soft soaring Volcals]when you make love do you look in to his mirrors [ hard High Volcals with heavy guitar riff ] who do you think of does he look like me do you think about me does he do to you what I can ,[ real low deep soft soaring Volcals] some where I took a wrong turn, crashed and burned,I weathered storms, thought they.where the norm_,ran out of leeway_ stuck at a fork in the road_,can't go straight to man twist and turns ,can't take a left ever left turn takes me right, right_back to the heart break station, [Heavy deep Volcals] there's a Bible_ and an empty whiskey bottle_ on the night stand I drink them by the fifths,taking drags off of death sticks[,High soaring Volcals ]I smoke them by the packs_ ,tell me baby "wasn't I ruff enough_ wasn't I tough enough_ wasn't my love enough_ wasn't I enough_ who's that in my place taking my place, there's a bible_ an a empty whiskey bottle_ on the night stand laying a alone in a bed we once shared reaching out for you but your not there_[ Guitar solo],[soft and low Volcals]another Marlboro cigarette_ puffing on regrets another shot to the face_ of regrets from a brown liquor bottle_, staring at the ceiling fan moving in slow motion_ as the radio plays "I don't want to fall if you let go_," ...and you let go_, there's a bible_ and an a empty whiskey bottle_ on the night stand,Baby_ wasn't I enough tell me baby_wasn't I enough,[ soaring Volcals ] wasn't_I_Enough_!! [ Deep Heavy solo guitar riff with haunting whammy bar play ]
Poet419
