The Color of Her Eyes

I woke up this morning
With my face to the wall
I said a real quick prayer
Please, dear God,
When I turn around
Let her not be lying there
But I felt her bare skin next to mine
And the blood drained from my head
I tried to think what I’d say to her
And I wished that I were dead
I can’t remember her name
I’m sorry for all my lies
But I can remember her voice
And the color of her eyes
Now I’m lying alone and thinking about
These things that I have done
I know these things, they’re just not right
But I know that I’m the one
I want to change and I want to be
What you want me to be right now
But it never seems to work out that way
I can’t remember her name
I’m sorry for all my lies
But I can remember her voice
And the color of her eyes
Why do I always do this?
Will it ever change?
Why do I always do this?
Will it always be the same?
I woke up this morning
With my face to the wall
I said a real quick prayer
Please, dear God, when I turn around
Let her not be lying there
But I felt her bare skin next to mine
And the blood drained from my head
I tried to think what I’d say to her
And I wished that I were dead
I can’t remember her name
I’m sorry for all my lies
But I can remember her voice
And the color of her eyes
The color of her eyes…