Bottled Tears Lyrics

Soft ball in a little room

Where wonders come enraptured in your gaze

But all the marks I've missed are haunting me until my final days

The weather changes but all remains the same

The war it wages, the sky it breaks

No hunting on private ground

So grab your gun and meet me out of town

Where satisfaction comes to those who seek to burn their wedding gowns

The game I've played it, and all remains the same

The war it wages, the sky it breaks

And sometimes I see footsteps on your grave

Even the afterlife could not teach you how to behave

Your coffin's open and I'm aghast

Wasn't ready for this conversation

But you're a mess

Soft ball in a little room

Where wonders come enraptured in your gaze

But all the marks I've missed are haunting me until my final days

And sometimes I see footsteps on your grave

Even the afterlife could not teach you how to behave

Your coffin's open and I'm aghast

Wasn't ready for this conversation

But you're a mess

Wasn't ready for this conversation

But you're a mess