Witchjumper - Crimson Curtains

He got a couple dollars
Put himself in a room
With old crimson curtains
And a fifty channel tube

Still nothings on
That he feels like watching
He's locking eyes
With the void

He got a month of sober
So maybe he can see his kid
If the old lady
Really believes he did

Obey your intuition
Do the best you can
It all looks great on paper
Until it blows out of your hand

I dare you to think I'm kidding
I dare you to think I'm wrong
You can be dealt a good hand and
Still end up in a sad country song

Written by:
Ross Lytle

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