He just shot me and I dropped down to the floor He was shell-shocked and he claimed he didn't know He just watched my blood spill out and die slow Asked him would I survive? He shook his head no Mind on my murder, hey, mind on my murder Mind on my

I've got this feeling It's gonna stop Needs to be stopped Woke before the morning sun I found it tucked beneath the hills I sat and watched it rise It hit the sky and burst to flames The lotus flower's

Between the sloe gin fizz and fast women I'm stuck in a place my Mama's King James calls sinning But it feels so good where I'm sitting I've shown up every night like the night before Watched the pretty women filing through the door I mix a drink, I tune

At that hangout my daddy used to hang around We watched it all go up in smoke until it all came down Just like after tabs and stooge and tables got turned To the only joint my momma ever burned The only joint my mother burned was on the rural route She

I've seen girls like you in here before Watched broken hearts break Through that door a time or two And I'll bet he packed all his things You set out to curse his name and have a few And I'll bet you're doin' your best to move on Well, you're not the

Here until I'm gone Just hanging on Even though I watched you come and go How was I to know You'd steal the show One day I'll have enough to gamble I'll wait to hear your final call and bet it all

So when the waves come rolling in Then I won't turn the tide And in the line of fire You'll set me aside So go on Richard let go On our last trip to the coast We watched the boats sail the sea "How effortlessly they float" You turned and said to me

Oh say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rockets' red

But on a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again I think it's strange that you think I'm funny 'cause he never did I've been spending the last eight months Thinking all love ever does is break and burn and end Took a deep breath in the mirror He

Your foothills Dry dunes cater for jumping boys From the nape of her neck he made his descent They watched men hurl from rock to sea Like sternum to button, lined lip pinches in between Iris swims quietly beside me Oh the leaves and larger weeds sway and