I hoped that we were over
I hoped that it was through
The one sure thing I didn't bet on
The song about you
It sat inside my lyric drawer
For nearly twenty years
Wasted a bottle of whisky
Shed a fair few tears
Trying to find the language
To think these few things through
Someday I'll find the last few chords
To finish the song about you
The song about where you left me
The song about how you lied
The song about how I'm feeling
How I died inside
Trying to find the language
To think these few things through
Someday I'll find the last few chords
To finish the song about you
