I'm workin' on my forward thinking
Workin' on my self-control
Process this
I wonder if this Christmas
They'll begin to understand
That Jesus that
And I have become much less
wide eyed for your indiscretions
And
Hold on a red line
You're taking more than I'd like
It's
In a room of crooked faces
You never wanted to replace
Without a doubt I've taken all you can give
And now
They met her at the baggage claim
When they read her
On a good day
You break my heart again
On the highway
You
She reaches for her latest reading
Her pillow's folded
Her mind is
Time goes by feelings unravel
Words they make come out like
In these recent years I have noticed that your face
She waits alone
She gets tired
As the day falls down
She seems
On my own volition
I pound my head against the wall
And
Mae my friend
Will you ever understand
That this might have been
A
All this ringing in my ears
Made me numb over the
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