Met You

I'd write you a love song

But I don't know how that feels

Tonight I am numb from a cocktail of pills

I hallucinate

Think I'm touching your skin

I'd much rather die than think of the bed that you're in

And the street lights, they might as well burn on out

Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this

God-forsaken town

You were right and you left and I'm wondering what

The hell I should do

I'd seen it all, or so I thought

Until I met you

We didn't get our books

In bed every night

Or dance in the kitchen

Drunk off of some shitty wine

I didn't get that ring there on my hand

I didn't get your name in ink all over my skin

And the street lights, they might as well burn on out

Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this

God-forsaken town

You were right and you left and I'm wondering what

The hell I should do

I'd seen it all, or so I thought

Until I met you

Now I ain't tryna ask you to save me

Even I don't like who I've been lately

And I'm well aware that I might not ever find glory

But like Hemingway and Hadley

It's not the end of our story

I sit here tonight

Alone with my thoughts

Alone with my sins

And the things that I've bought

I told you I have loved you the night that we met

I felt it back then and it ain't left me yet

And the street lights, they might as well burn on out

Ain't nothing bright as you ever stepped foot in this

God-forsaken town

You were right and you left and I'm wondering what

The hell I should do

I'd seen it all, or so I thought

Until I met you

I'd seen it all

Or so I thought

Until I lost you