And 52 minutes
I should really stand up
But my heart's just not in it
I really should stop smoking
And drinking this late
Shut the lamp off
It's no good just to wait
Soon the sun'll be up
And I'm still alone more or less
Half a bottle of cheap scotch
Labelled 'Colorado's best'
An ashtray that's full
And a cleaned out head
No more time for feelin' things
No time for what's been said
Another shot, another thought
Blasted clean out
Can't afford to remember this
Hurts too much to recount
Sinking deeper and deeper now
Into an old armchair
Finding time to feel the little things
But no time to examine there
That space for the memories
For the long dead hurts
Sinking deeper and deeper now
Right into the dirt.
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If you can just imagine a grizzled Southern country singer singing this then that's be great.
Better yet, imagine this man singing it.
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