Weak Heart

Sometimes I wish I was a soldier Rifle hanging low across my shoulder Dodging bullets in a jungle like ol' John Wayne Sometimes I feel like I'm a fighter Swinging hard in the corner for the title Til a low blow thrown from my baby knocks me down again But you know I've got a weak heart When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard Don't you know I got a weak, weak heart Sometimes I wish I was a statue Standing tall in the cold staring at you Grey stone all alone deflecting everything But you know just where to cut me Carving out your pieces til I'm nothing Just a handful of gravel thrown back through my window again But you know I've got a weak heart When it comes to you, babe, you make it so hard Don't you know I got a weak, weak heart --- Weak Heart - Chris Shiflett