Lyrics

it's brutal without you
i think of all the things we used to do
red wine and cigarettes on the back porch in the rain
it's brutal without you

wasn't it a clue to love
when i touched your heel at joy blue
i don't mind a bed 3 times my size sometimes
but most of the time i do

it's brutal without you
i think of all the places you took me to
from the top of an empire to the depths of alcatraz
it's brutal without you

wasn't it a clue to love
when you shoved me in the lake it's true
i don't mind a will 6 times my size sometimes...

were we all's a losing hand
on the ghost train to frankfort
9 of your rings i lost in blue
were we all's a winning hand
with all this light upon my heels
i'm still coming for you
i'm still coming for you