These old worn out fingertips don't know where to start
You took off your clothes in the back of your dads pickup truck
We watched the sun come up as fog rolled over those black hills
Summer of my life full of whiskey and cheap thrills
Whispered in my ear boy I love you so much
Weak in the knees, lips quivered with a simple touch

Hung up on the good times, who was I then?
Just a boy with a facetious smile, a ghostly cunning grin.

Lord I'm the man you want, nor the one you deserve
Because in the end I will leave you broken, alone and hurt
Comfort comes with the familiar taste of blood on my tongue
It was once a boyhood dream but what have I done
Howling all my failures
Screaming out demons in my soul
Bottles of whiskey line the countertops
In empty rows, like empty homes

We're hung up on the good times, who was I then?
Just a lover with a facetious smile, a ghost you shouldn't have let in

Time keeps moving forward with seemingly no end
But this loneliness follows me where I go, it hangs like a thread.

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