Timothy Kight

Well lady, I’ve told you a thousand times.

When the river runs cold you’ve gotta dry your eyes.

Pour into the well, cooped up in hell, that you dug with your own clogged pipes.

Oh well.

You’ve gotta kick out the floor from the one that loved you.

Well that was me and this is you.

You told me lies with the guise of a sheep in a jail cell.

Don’t be afraid of the truth. It’s a noose.

Show me the eyes that faded from mine.

Show me the shivers that fell from your spine.

Show me the truth, that your name’s been spoken.

Show him the heart that’s never been broken.

Your tail lights are beaming, they’re leaving me blind.

Your heart wore a helmet, mine wasn’t as kind.