Undertow
There are cobwebs on the ceiling fan
And the lonely 40 watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near the garbage can
And the leaning tower of dishes is getting 3 feet high
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball
And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of Duraflames
The phone kept ringing right off the wall
But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket
And then I cursed your name
The sun's been gone for 7 days
And you been gone for 9
The Tennessee river's just a block away
I could jump in at anytime
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
I shuffle around like a mental patient
In my robe and my bedroom shoes
Flipping channels from my sleeping bag
And dining on a box of Fruit Loops
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand wishing that I had never been born
No, I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
And the lonely 40 watt flickers when the train goes by
Take out boxes near the garbage can
And the leaning tower of dishes is getting 3 feet high
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball
And I threw my guitar in the fire when I ran out of Duraflames
The phone kept ringing right off the wall
But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket
And then I cursed your name
The sun's been gone for 7 days
And you been gone for 9
The Tennessee river's just a block away
I could jump in at anytime
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
I shuffle around like a mental patient
In my robe and my bedroom shoes
Flipping channels from my sleeping bag
And dining on a box of Fruit Loops
I can't stand waiting to hear your boots at my door
I can't stand wondering if you're out with that whore
I can't stand wishing that I had never been born
No, I can't stand, I drank an ocean of liquor in your undertow
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Writer(s): Lee Michelle Malone
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