The Process

By Get Dead

On Bad News

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It’s the distance in the overall feel

The missed hints in her eyes that steal

Your heart every time

You’re losing your mind

Take your time figure out your life

If it’s meant to be you’ll see one night

The moon is alive

For the very first time

Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone

And who do I tell when I’m all alone

My minds been telling me I should walk away

But my hearts making mistakes

Colding the ground reminds you how

Little times left to talk about

The pain in her heart

Dear don’t you start

Honestly on a candle lit porch

Honestly I don’t think there’s more about

There than than you

So there your truth

Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone

And who do I tell when I’m all alone

My minds been telling me to walk away

But my hearts making mistakes

Sit around this house like a prison sentence

Staring at the phone with a widow intent

I’m waiting for the dead

To be contacted

Mistakes are made and lines are drawn

Comes a day to put down your guns

Well not today

I won’t walk away

Where do we call when the whiskey’s gone

And who do I tell when I’m all alone

My minds been telling me to walk away

But my hearts making mistakes

But my hearts making mistakes