Jackson James - Hell of a Time Lyrics

I'm so tired of talking and
Getting so drunk I could die
I know I'm looking for something
But I can't figure out why
I've searched for years in the desert
And by that, I mean the sand
I finally found the elixir
And by that, I mean your hand
So, sleepy baby
What are you doing this week
I'd say we'd put on a movie
The ones we pick are so bleak
You always know what you're thinking
I'm always out of my mind
I'm such a damn good accomplice
We have a hell of a time
If you find that you weren't mine
Well I'll pack up my things
Sorry for wasting your time
But I think that we got it right
Even still you get tears in your eyes
So I keep my arms open
For when you need to cry
Will you open yours for mine