Wednesday, September 15, 2004

...but fucking why?

I'm wrung out from worrying
Where it all went wrong
Trying to find reasons
Why I shouldn't go on

Some would see the glass half empty
Some would see it half full
I just put it to my lips
And take another pull

She ain't leavin'
She's gone

The years that I gave her
Now don't mean a thing
And only her kiss could it
Vanquish my pain

But neither her kiss nor her whisper
Will I know again
If the river was whiskey
I'd crawl down and roll in

She ain't leavin'
She's gone

Wherever she lays restful tonight
She knows what she is doin' ain't right
I can tell by the way she danced out that door
She ain't comin' back no more
And I gotta find someone new to live on for

In my cavern of emptiness
Blows a bitter cold wind
My heart sags like a willow
And my will has run thin

But I'm on my way to
The bottom of this glass
And if the Lord tells the truth
Then this too, shall pass

She ain't leavin'
She's gone

--P.W. Long 

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