Aching joints and empty beers
For the last four f*cking years
Seems it's only me that's counting
I left my lucky stars behind me at the bar
For someone who might need them more than me
I'm trying to get better, I promise
Things haven't been perfect, this isn't what I wanted
The heart you left behind will never die
As long as it's kept alive in mine
I can feel your ghost
On these rainy days in August
You're the ache in my bones when I roll out of bed
Can we both be honest?
I've been down I feel like shit
Your mark on my soul is like prints in wet cement