It’s not the lump that forms in my throat
Or the shakes that cause earthquakes in my stomach
It’s just the pure thought of watching you walk away
And if my head wasn’t so clouded with doubt
I’d probably leave this place and see you now
But I’m sure it could never be that easy
You could never be that easy
Maybe in last desperation
I could stand outside on the gravel path
And sing out your favorite song
With all my sanity poured into every note
Until my insides bleed and my organs shut down
It would all last in your memory
Every single word of the version you never heard
Two Hours At The Roulette Table
- June 03, 2004
- thatWASthen
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