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 ddin'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.

I ain't tyring to 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 in my thoughts,
Alone with my sisns
And the things that I've bought.
I told you I 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.