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Your crusty new day eyes Have long been opened wide. You're not at home. You're out in the world, Where I can't hurt you. I know our time has passed. I can't bounce you on my knee; Look into your eyes and see No matter what mistakes there might have been; That you love me. I ain't always been a white hat guy. I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?". I'll never have a claim to innocence. There's no excuse for it. I've no right to write What your heart has kept inside; I can't be forgiven. Though I'm no longer your monster, I am your ghost. Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams. I caused pain and much despair. And I know it's too late to save our past. But hopefully these few lines Can spare other lives from similar despair. I know our time has passed. I can't bounce you on my knee; Look into your eyes and see No matter what mistakes there might has been; That you love me. I ain't always been a white hat guy. I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?". I'll never have a claim to innocence. There's no excuse... And it weighs on me Like sopping rags That cling to my body When caught out in the storm.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
Sopping Rags
Your crusty new day eyes Have long been opened wide. You're not at home. You're out in the world, Where I can't hurt you. I know our time has passed. I can't bounce you on my knee; Look into your eyes and see No matter what mistakes there might have been; That you love me. I ain't always been a white hat guy. I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?". I'll never have a claim to innocence. There's no excuse for it. I've no right to write What your heart has kept inside; I can't be forgiven. Though I'm no longer your monster, I am your ghost. Sometimes, I bet I'm screaming in your dreams. I caused pain and much despair. And I know it's too late to save our past. But hopefully these few lines Can spare other lives from similar despair. I know our time has passed. I can't bounce you on my knee; Look into your eyes and see No matter what mistakes there might has been; That you love me. I ain't always been a white hat guy. I got no answer, if you ask me "Why?". I'll never have a claim to innocence. There's no excuse... And it weighs on me Like sopping rags That cling to my body When caught out in the storm.
I thought this was going to be a country song. It is not.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 12:32 AM UTC
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