Monday, February 22, 2010
Another shot of whiskey, cant stop looking at the door.
Wishing you'd come sweeping in the way you did before.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me it happens all the time.
Picture perfect memories
scattered on the floor
Reaching for the phone
cuz' I can't take it anymore.
And I wonder if I ever cross your mind.
For me, it happens all the time. It's a quarter after one,I'm all alone.I'm a little drunk.Said I wouldn't callBut I lost all control.I need you now.I don't know how I can do without[you]Yes, I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.