I sent these lyrics to a producer who offered me a "song-writing contract". It was awhile ago and I'm guessing it was some sort of scam, but
either way my song never got produced.
(Yet...) It's about a fictional love, but a broken heart that is all to real...
dreams
and memories of you
of the things we used to do
that i am doing now alone
reminiscent of the past
how i knew it wouldnt last
now im living on my own
try
an effort all in vain
shouldve known it was insane
to think that you and i could be
you and i had so much fun
but now i hold a freaking gun
and hope it doesnt turn on me
why
did i have to fall for?
is love more tragic than a war?
the good times make me smile and cry
so i dry my freaking eyes
every day i realize
how much more i wanna die
pain
the kind that i cant take
cause its my heart that had to break
and there is no way itll heal
so old jack daniels dulls the pain
i drown myself in booze and rain
but nothing helps the way i feel
the lightning strikes and the tears fall down
they mix with the rain in a puddle on the ground
i take another shot or six of jack
im doing my damnedest to not look back
i stumble over to my old beat up truck
i sit my but in the mud and muck
lean against the tire and i reminisce
thunderstorms remind me how much i miss...
you
and i used to do
all the things we wanted to
we used to be the best of friends
we used to fish along the coast
and argue who had drank the most
i wish it never had to end
but
i gave in to my fate
told you things i knew youd hate
i guess i hoped youd understand
but things could never go that well
and now i live in freaking hell
because ill never be your man
i
sing country songs all night
ones i knew you used to like
ones that always make me cry
look at pictures of your face
imagine how you probably taste
but i will never know, will i?
so
i light a cigarette
i know you hate the taste of them
its the only reason that i smoke
reminds me that ill never kiss
or even see your freaking lips
i minimize the falsest hope
the lightning strikes and the tears fall down
they mix with the rain in a puddle on the ground
i take another shot or six of jack
im doing my damnedest to not look back
i stumble over to my old beat up truck
i sit my but in the mud and muck
lean against the tire and i reminisce
thunderstorms remind me how much i miss...
you
i rip my shirt from off my back
holding tightly to my best friend jack
i think of all the things i hate
and do my best to stand up straight
spread my arms like demons wings
soaked in drops of rain and things
i stare up straight into the sky
where rain falls down and helps me cry
the wind is cold against my skin
i wish my love was not a sin
i drop the empty bottle down
my body follows it down to the ground
i lay in the mud and cry all about
you til im too drunk and finally pass out
the lightning strikes and the tears fall down
they mix with the rain in a puddle on the ground
i take another shot or six of jack
im doing my damnedest to not look back
i stumble over to my old beat up truck
i sit my but in the mud and muck
lean against the tire and i reminisce
thunderstorms remind me how much i miss...