Sitting alone in this hot-spot
Two outa three bars ain't bad
Don't know what I'm tryin' to say but this email is way too sad
One more trip to the restroom
Give me more time to reflect
Lately I been finding wisdom in places I'd never expect
I didn't know what I had when I had her
Now I don't know what I don't now that I don't
But this hole in my chest
Is gettin the best of me
Getting her back would be harder
Than tryin to teach this computer to sing
But if I had her love
I could do anything
Wonder if she's sorry as I am
For saying the things that we said
I can't believe we could hurt each other so much in the safety of our bed
So now I only live in the future
The past is overrun with regret
The present is worse cause I can't get the past out of my head
I didn't know what I had when I had her
Now I don't know what I don't now that I don't
But this hole in my chest
Is gettin the rest of me
Getting her back would be harder
Than tryin to fix these melted wings
But if I had her love
I could do anything
Finding my way back to her heart would take longer
Than walking the trail of Ho Chi Minh
But if I had her love
I could do anything
credits
from Wood Bee Mite,
released September 16, 2012
Words and music by Jonathan Best
Jonathan Best - keyboard bass, organ, piano, vocals
Carlos B. Jones - drums
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