I've seen it all and I know better -
I've felt the bitterness and pain
My soul keeps changing like the weather -
the only constant is the rain
I've known your black and white intentions and there's no room
For shades of gray
I never asked you to conform to me...
I only begged for you to stay
Sleep never comes quick enough to protect us
There is no shelter in the present from the ghosts of the past
Like well driven nails
Memories dig their claws in our backs
Unable to forgive ourselves
Our parched mouths pray for rain
And only the clouds bear witness as we wither away
One day my hands were too soft,
one day she said, "I'm tired".
one day her clothes were on my floor,
one day, empty bottles.
Well I'm not saying she's my last.
I'm just saying that she could have been,
it doesn't matter how rough these hands get.
It doesn't matter cause I'm not her man.
