Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don't know
'Cause a bottle
of vodka still
lodged in my head
And some blond gave me nightmares
I think that he's still in my bed
As I dream about movies
they won't make of me when
I'm dead With an
ironclad fist I wake up and
French kiss the morning
While some marching band keeps
its own beat in my head
While we're talking
About all of the things
that I long to believe
About love and the truth and
what you mean to me
And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I want to lay you down on
a bed of roses For
tonite I sleep on a bed on nails
I want to be just as close as the Holy Ghost is
And lay you down on bed of
roses Well
I'm so far away each
step that I take is on my w
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