Four Thousand

Four thousand words spoken in tandem.
Four thousand times so it couldn't be random.
Four thousand words in panic & anger.
Drunk to the gills, it still didn't matter.
Drunk to the gills, it still doesn't matter.

Four thousand times I scattered my ashes.
Three ninety nine nine she batted her lashes.
Last time I did it she couldn't forget it.
Now I'm a useta be, couldn't forgive it.
Now I'm a useta be, couldn't forgive it.
Now I'm a useta be, couldn't forgive it.

Four thousand cuts and I couldn't be sadder.
Four thousand blows to an ego all shattered.
Haunted by deeds, compounded by anger.
Drunk & pressed, it still didn't matter.

Four thousand lessons I learned too late.
Four thousand tears & deeds out of date.
I should have been better, not so bitter.
Now it's too late and still I can't quit her
Now it's too late and I just can't forget her.
Now it's too late and still...



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Spiridigliozzi
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