Another late night in a foreign town,
Thinking of her as I'm laying down.
Well it's a shot in the dark,
Another arrow nocked,
And it's aimed right at the empty part of me.
But I need to feel, something.
I've sat and thought for a while now,
But there's still one thing I just can't figure out.
Well I've racked my brain,
And I've squeezed my heart,
In effort to find what's been going on with me
I think it's you, baby
I've got stars in my eyes,
But I find that I've been going blind.
So I think it's time,
That I said goodnight to thee.
So I'll lay down to sleep,
Six feet deep underground.
Past, future, present with nothing to show,
I ask myself what do I really know?
Well it's a crying shame
That I feel this way
I just want to drop all the blame games and go
But sadly I move too slow.
So I'll catch a train and I'll ride away
I'll leave that place, I'll wear a brave face
Oh all these things I do
I don't do for you
It so sad but true don't you know
I was forced to let go
I've got ghosts in my room
I'm not scared because they're ghosts of you
I'll clutch our old heirloom
Yeah I'll be buried soon so weep
As I lay down to sleep
Six feet deep underground.
All the ghosts and all the stars
They are counter parts
Restlessness is not scarce when you're gone
So I really need something strong.
A drinking binge or a night of love
A way back home or a large dose of what I need
That'll sure help me sleep
Six feet deep underground.
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Palpitations in Love
PoetryBy products of an over read, under stimulated, & depressed romantic idiot.