Maybe i ain't no full time lover
The dust laying on my poems makes them look older
I carried them home barely knowing what they say
But i forgot half of the words that used to be
You know i'm going down.
Maybe she ain't no full time believer
It looks like she prays not anymore for me
Too many gods and i am not better than them
All that i want is to keep her under my wing
You know i'm going down
She's holding a gun poiting to my heart
If only i knew i could tell you what this story's about.
And i ain't new in the business
She won't give me no sweety rest
She's already shot me a few times
I should have understood she's not mine
You know i'm going down
I'm alone in this six-string home
Watching ghosts chaining me up to this role
And i won't stay chained and abandonned
While i see my stories unknown.