A split between eyes.
One seeing the present, one stuck in the years gone.
Money doesn't make you rich,
Just more likely to be fooled into thinking that you are.
Broken glass and slow dances on a Sunday night,
He's 6 beers deep with a black eye and a bloody nose.
She's 8 deep with a broken heart and a broken arm.
One of life's worse waltzes,
A waltz around the elephant in the room.
"Honey, I think we should talk"
Tomorrow, I'm too tired.
"Honey I really think we need to talk about this"
It can wait.
Everything can wait.
Open your eyes; you're alone.
She's still gone, and you're still hearing her last words.
15 deep between the two of them,
She promised she'd always be with him.
He just didn't think he would be responsible for her vacancy.
