Your words
hung in the air
Like a
sermon
In a silent
steeple
With this
bourbon
On my breath
Will you
hear what I must confess?
My words
were hanging around
Like a dog
Barking
cause he couldn’t be found
With your
song
In my head
I’ve got no
choice but to sing it again
I’m glad I
have my memories
This faded
good luck charm
I’m glad I
have my memories
Now that
you’re gone
It’s colder
in my bed
Feeling
ancient in my head
It’s not
getting better like you said
It would get
Ain’t
nothing time won’t mend
Your words
just kept coming back
Like a
coyotes
Lonesome cry
to the moon
In my own
Words I hope
to see you soon
There’s just
no room for two
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