Doesn't It Remind You of Something?

Doesn’t it remind you of something?
The way my hand was struck by your face
The way all that time kept getting back in my watch
The more I tried keepin’ it from comin’ my way
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
The way my cheek was bruised by your kiss
The way that the sunlight came down from the sky
And stared up my eyes tho they tried to resist...
I was bored with the things life had showed me
Til that damn dog he sniffed up my bag
Those six long years spent in a hole in the wall
It taught me how life, it just don’t miss me that bad
I still cry when I listen to church bells
I thought that ringing might drive me insane
I cursed your last breath, hell, I begged for your death
It worked a little too well
I guess that’s what they call prayin’
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
The way my face still beats up your dreams
The way that my smoke still hangs around this old room
The way your eyes light up when you’re caught in my beams
Oh, baby, I tried so hard to miss you
I even photographed myself cryin’
I doctored those years with more medicinal tears
The kind that you should have known to start prescribing
I was driving that stolen F150
To Arizona, Nevada, who cares?
Down in that ditch I was impaled on the wheel
It was so peaceful when nighttime brought down the stars
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
The way my old clothes still hang on that rack
The way that those credit cards keep comin’ by mail
As if they offered me some way to pay it all back
Doesn’t it remind you of something?
The way my face still beats up your dreams
The way that my smoke still hangs around that old room
The way your eyes light up when you’re caught in my beams?