The Curse of an Aching Heart

I’ve been sitting here
In this room
Writing about you
Just like you asked me to
When things get bad again
Just take your hand
And remember when
The good days they shined, through you
Dream weaver
You’ve lost your mind
Heart breaker
You’ve broken your stride
Sometimes I see you In the middle of the night
Your eyes were broken stones ink riddled motel heart
Wooden frame rib bones
With knowledge the sun will die
Late nights
No sleep, thinking if I had knocked
Would you let me in
See you hanging by the rafters In the winter wind
Remember the days
When we Sprawled out on the floor
Our heads in our hands
Thought we were done for
And every night I spent alone
Was another night I’d write you home
You told me it’ll be over soon.
Lets just lye here
Under the moon
We don’t need no negative face
We can run at our own pace
And the day you’d hide I closed my eyes I only wanted you By my side
Let’s forget what we were told
So sick of growing old
With car crash hands, accidents bound to happen
A rented out home of a heart It’s left beaten and blackened
So wrap your words around my neck
Help close my eyes and just forget
So wrap these words around my neck
Help close my eyes and just forget
Motel heart Motel heart