Aftermath

By Mike Redfields

Released on October 30, 2019

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Got your scent on my shirt from your cigarette

Aftertaste on my lips from your liquor, babe

And as I rub my eyes I notice that you’re gone

You thought I’d eat you alive if you stayed the night

Now I’m here all alone no one by my side

Feels like I’m in trouble like a criminal

Losing track of time and of the past

Mind is always spinning makes me mad

And now I gotta deal with the aftermath

Boy you’re gonna give me a heart attack

Always drink to forget, but it never works

I expect nothing less, its what I deserve

And it leaves me wondering I’m forever lost

Shall we try this again, crawling back to bed

Hope you don’t change your mind and run off instead

And leave me in my rubble like a criminal

Losing track of time and of the past

Mind is always spinning makes me mad

And now I gotta deal with the aftermath

Boy you’re gonna give me a heart attack