Staring contest with the sun You're not joking with me much These days it all just seems so rough Maybe I haven't been enough
Staring contest with the sun We got used to having fun These days it all just seems so dumb Indifferent and numb
Drinking whiskey that you bought me And I tried everything that you taught me Piles of dirty laundry in my closet These quarters in my pockets feel like rocks in a quarry
Staring contest with the moon Wake up in the afternoon These days I'm in a terrible mood But I'll always fake a smile for you
Staring contest with you in bed Tracing your face in my head These days I hate when you get upset There's nothing I can do about it
Drinking whiskey that you bought me And I tried everything that you taught me Piles of dirty laundry in my closet These quarters in my pockets feel like rocks in a quarry
You're not here but I'm In your pocket And you're always on my mind Caught in the corner of your eye You're not here but I'm In your pocket And you're always on my mind Caught in the corner of your eye Like a picture in a locket I'll stare until I go blindTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
