I walk by the rivers edge
skipping smooth wet stones
& watching them sink
i never was a fan of innocence
ive got two black eyes
& an empty fifth of gin
& i see im wrong for you
but we try
you swear im hard to lay beside
if i was you i'd run from me most nights
maybe i was meant to be left behind
thunder and circumstances
beyond our control rumble in
counting time by the lines 'round your eyes
as your gentle caress helps me forget
& i think its time to say good night
& you swear im hard to lay beside
now years seem to pass as we blink our eyes
maybe i was meant to be left behind
by all of our heartfelt lies (X3)
are not enough this time
& i say i'd love to spend the night
but you found someone else to lay beside
& i know it makes sense
but its like sand in my eyes
maybe i was meant to be left behind