Sitting in silent desperation,
His heart beating slowly and painfully,
He watches as everything he thought
Was left in dripping wretchedness.
He drinks the pain away,
But the burning liquor doesn't change his heart.
It only coats his morning with a haze
That leads to his stumbling through
The morning after...
... the morning after...
After what exactly? Does he not remember?
He remembers the painful words before
He pressed the bottle to his lips,
And he remembers the sultry attraction
Of the next one and the next...
It didn't dull the pain...
... damn lying bastards...
They don't know anything... country music singers...
They don't know the pain that really comes
With being in love,
Especially if they think that liquor will
Dull the pain of a real love lost.
Set his soul ablaze and walk away,
And watch as he slips into the dark abyss.
His heart beating like it never has before,
And knowing that it is always hers.
Knowing that the wretched pain that he feels
Is only because he loves her more
Than he realized,
And the alcohol didn't dull it.
It didn't change anything,
He just sits in silent desperation
Waiting for the phone to ring one day.
Robert J Nye (2007)
