W.E.B - Under the Gun

Alone again, I'm wasting my wasted state of mind
Taking shots at the cold bed for simply not being you
How can I drink alone, live in an empty home, stare at a quiet phone with no reprieve
Whisky's better in twos, but all I've gots the booze
And memories of you calling me back

No one's ever done it better when all alone even under the sun
Life is so much better when we do it together even under the gun

It takes some time to figure out what really keeps your sanity
It took me longer than you took say that you're leaving me
Night drives and long hikes out to finally reach your level
You let loose all the details but I can't seem to find the devil
Jumped through hoops in highwaters to get you back
Elevated myself no one should have to settle

No one's ever done it better when all alone even under the sun
Life is so much better when we do it together even under the gun

Written by:
Quinton Jacobs

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