Bright
There ain't a drop left in my cup
They had my heart all riled up
We own this town
There ain't a damn thing
That could pull us down
And when we left the bar that night
I saw the Devil, he was smiling
I looked into her hazel eyes
I made her promise she would always be beside me
'Cause for the past few years
Something didn't felt right
I watched your face get dark
You used to be so
And that phrase had such a ring
"We own this town"
"And there ain't a damn thing"
"That could pull us down"
God, please forgive me
I won't remember
This in the morning
I'm not getting better
We took a trip
To that lonely apartment
A ways outside those neon lights
Where we spent
Those quiet mornings
After those deafening nights
Outside the Devil stood
He came to claim what he owned
Outside the Devil watched
He came to take what he loaned
And that phrase had such a ring
"We own this town"
"And there ain't a damn thing
"That could pull us down"
God, please forgive me
I won't remember
This in the morning
I'm not getting better
That fog, that ice
If I were sober I'd have known
Such a beautiful night
But she never made it home
But she never made it home
But she never made it home
But she never made it
They had my heart all riled up
We own this town
There ain't a damn thing
That could pull us down
And when we left the bar that night
I saw the Devil, he was smiling
I looked into her hazel eyes
I made her promise she would always be beside me
'Cause for the past few years
Something didn't felt right
I watched your face get dark
You used to be so
And that phrase had such a ring
"We own this town"
"And there ain't a damn thing"
"That could pull us down"
God, please forgive me
I won't remember
This in the morning
I'm not getting better
We took a trip
To that lonely apartment
A ways outside those neon lights
Where we spent
Those quiet mornings
After those deafening nights
Outside the Devil stood
He came to claim what he owned
Outside the Devil watched
He came to take what he loaned
And that phrase had such a ring
"We own this town"
"And there ain't a damn thing
"That could pull us down"
God, please forgive me
I won't remember
This in the morning
I'm not getting better
That fog, that ice
If I were sober I'd have known
Such a beautiful night
But she never made it home
But she never made it home
But she never made it home
But she never made it
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Writer(s): Microwave
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