Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sunshine in three damn days
These were the coldest three days of FP's life. Everywhere he went he was reminded of her. It wasn't like he was trying to forget her. He just knew he screwed up big time. The girls were all brunet...every blonde he saw could never top her. She was the light of his life.
Been fueling up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Oh Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
Would she take him back? He was a complete mess, the worst he has ever been. He missed the feeling of her in his bed in the mornings. The way she pranced around the house with nothing but his flannel on. Oh lord he messed up and he knows it.
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you
While I'm lying next to her
Her picture sat on the night stand next to his bed. Not one girl asked about her, but he kissed her goodnight before he went to bed, or after the girl next to him went to bed. The thought of her being next to him in a bed with another woman killed him. He moved the frame into his suitcase. What else could he do?
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just ain't right
She knows he's sorry. Tries to reach him, but he's to ashamed. She knows he's gone crazy. All her friends and neighbors won't talk to her about any of it. They have all seen what he's doing, but won't tell her.
I've been waiting on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
The nights get longer and colder when she doesn't have him to cuddle up to. She wished he would just come home...the feeling of something bad happening to him causes her to drink. It doesn't help though, it just causes her to worry more. She keeps herself tucked away in her room not wanting to cause a scene, but everyone knows she's hurting by the amount of wine trips to the grocery store.
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
She goes out for the first night. She doesn't want to, but she does. A bottle of wine in she decides she doesn't want to sleep alone tonight. She lays there...the man next to her knocked out drunk. She's ashamed of herself. So much she cries herself asleep to a picture of FP. The next morning she moves the picture into her closet. At least there she could cry and drown herself in wine completely alone.
I saw ya yesterday with an old friend
It was the same old same how have you been
Since you've been gone my world's been dark and grey
You reminded me of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
They finally run into each other. It's awkward and confusing especially when their good friend from high school is sitting across from him in a booth at Pops. "How have you been?" Alive asks trying not to cry at the bags under his eyes. "Been better." He sighs trying not to stare in her eyes to long. They share a slight nod between each other. "I'll see you later?" It was a plea. She couldn't think of anything else at the moment. "Hopefully." He replies looking hard into the steaming coffee in front of him.
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
It was dark out. Alice sat on her couch in one of his flannels he left. It's about the only thing keeping her sane these days. The knock brought her out of her trance. "Fred I don't need...FP." She smiled wide seeing him at their door step. "I messed up. I'm not sober. I can't keep living this way. The only thing keeping me alive is my memory of us."
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
"You don't need to apologize." She shook her head smiling. The only thing she cared about in this moment was keeping him home. "I tried calling. I've wanted you back home the moment you left." She chuckled wiping the tear from her cheek. The pictures returned to their spots on the bedside tables. No crying, drinking, or affairs continued after he came home. "I love you Forsythe." She smiled genuinely for the first time in what felt like forever. "I love you more than you know Alice." He smiled back and kissed her like he never has before.
I just called to say I love you
Come back home
