Patrick Sylvester - Bring Me Home

I miss the romance that used to haunt this simple heart
An empty touch has taken away a vital part
Of the heartache that used to live within these bones
Why is it when I see those eyes all I see are cold, cold stones
My history of heartache has me isolated and confused
Am I good enough for you? Are you being used
Is this on me? Is it you? My dear, what am I to think
Oh, I'll just drown myself within this empty drink
I could be yours for now, but what happens at the dawn
Is there a place for tender souls whose innocence is gone
Bartender, bartender, if you please, another round
I gotta solve this problem quick ‘fore the sun rises up from the ground
Well, maybe it's in my blood
Maybe there's no escape
Maybe fate's found a hold
Maybe it's my own fear that haunts what's mine to take
Maybe it's my own fear that haunts what's mine to take
I think I might look pretty good to you
And I know you look damn fine to me, too
So damn the fear and damn the uncertain unknown
My baby girl, what I've been trying to say is that I'm drunk, now bring me home
My baby girl, what I've been trying to say is that it's time to bring me home

Written by:
Patrick Sylvester

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