Drinking on my bed

ROB HOEKE
DRINKING ON MY BED

I’m drinking on my bed ‘till late just longing for relief

I’m drinking ‘till I’m high, escaping from my grief

Staring in my glass I see you lay down in the grass, the eyes still closed

Then you’re back a shade, of what you were, the eyes wide open like a ghost.

Dreadful creatures try to break my heart and try to make me mad

Make me lose my mind, the aches are much to bad..

(instrumental)

I don’t know how long I’m here, I’m not aware of time

Hide away my face, I’m whispering your name

Trying to forget whatever, that we ever loved, we even met

Trying not to think about your knocking on the door of your sick mind

So don’t knock on my door, I won’t be coming again

Don’t weep over me, my new soul knows no pain

I’m drinking on my bed ‘till late just longing for relief

I’m drinking ‘till I’m high, escaping from my grief

Dreadful creatures try to break my heart and try to make me mad

Make me lose my mind, the aches are much to bad..

Trying to forget whatever, that we ever loved, we even met

Trying not to think about your knocking on the door of your sick mind.

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