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 --- Under the Gun - W.E.B