I wrote it down, to make it clear. Because all the words I said before never reached your ears. Maybe we, we were just too young. Or did it seem as if, I was speaking in tongues? I can’t make sense, sense of it all. I loved you more than air the air in my lungs. But they burst, and you’d float away. With all the weight of those words, I never got to say. I was trying to impress the thought of maybe I ain’t had enough. Now I sit and recollect those thoughts because I’m thinking I took way too much. I grabbed a smoke, picked up a light. Went and sat out back, with the thoughts building up inside. Of how it cut, cut you so deep. And I stood back and watched, watched you slowly bleed out. I was trying to impress the thought of maybe I ain’t had enough. Now I sit and recollect those thoughts because I’m thinking I took way too much. Now I’m trying, now I’m trying to forget. Because I’m dying, dying from all my regrets. Now I’m trying, now I”m trying to forget. Because I’m dying, dying from all my regrets.
credits
from Heavy Hands,
released March 1, 2013
Written by Preston Dillon and Logan Maloney. Recorded by Scott Goodrich at Nu-Tone Studios.
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