As he set there at the bar
while drinking his whiskey down
she stood watching from a far
this is where he stayed in town
When out of bed in the morning
he makes this his very first thing
When he get's in bed he's a snoring
but here in the silence
she can hear him sing
I had her but I lost her
she was like a falling star
and once they called me sir
but now I don't know who I are
I quickly made my wishes
before my angel hit the ground
but just like broken dishes
I can't find her no where around
I fell to pieces one puzzle at a time
so it makes no sense to me
when I lost the right side of my mind
I began drinking my left handed tea
As she sits there at the bar
he puts his whiskey down
she watches her falling star
tumble from his seat to the ground
He keeled over dead this morning
so she made this her very last thing
She put him in his grave where it's silent
but here with the birds
you can hear her sing
I had him but I lost him
he was like a falling star
and once they called him sir
but now he don't know where he are
He quickly made his wishes
before this angel hit the ground
but just like broken dishes
I couldn't fix him when he wasn't around
He fell to pieces one puzzle at a time
so it made no sense to me
I could have been the right side of his mind
but he loved his left handed tea.
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