Your own damn fault, this falling away
Between the time and the distance, it’s madness
Of the best kind
At the worst times
I don’t blame you for turning away
Between the lies and the whiskey, who would have me
At the best time
But the worst kinds
Seems like your eyes were kinder last time, every time
The holes in your love and the loathing thereof
Let the rains from above wash over me, over me
It’s my fault, for walking away
Seems the time for this distance is passing
Down with the sands
Down to my knees
Don’t blame me for feeling again
Seems the numbness that lies in the whiskey
Is weaker
In the wine
Seems like the bottle was kinder last time, every time
The holes in my soul and the soles of my shoes
Let the smell of the booze wash over me, over me
And who is to see what is left of us now
Between the time and the distance, it’s madness
Of the best kind
At the worst time
And I don’t want to say I know you better
But there was a time you would have sent at least one letter
Just to say
There’s nothing more to say
Seems like the words were kinder last time, every time
The holes in my verse and the curse of my sin
Let the ink from my pen wash over me, over me
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