I guess I'm at a loss, a loss for words
because my inspiration suddenly went on a permanent vacation
to a better place, wrapped up in a hammock on a Sunday.
I've never seen so many papers lying on the floor,
They've got a line or two, but empty lines fill the more.
of these spaces I'm not used to,
I left the filling up to you.
But you took my heart, threw it on the floor.
Left my guitar, but took my chords
and I bet your waiting on me to say.
You're gonna have to live with a few less words
than what I wrote before, because
my pen stopped writing about you
when you chose to slam my door.
A few less words is what I have to say
so when you turn your radio on
there's one less song playing about you today.
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net ]
I guess I'm stuck right here, between a number one and thinking that
you'll shed a tear, but emptiness is now my forte so I don't care
where you are or what you're doing on a Sunday (Sunday).
You know I drew a line in the sand, your feet stood their ground,
they never crossed. It broke my heart in the process but I learned from
loss. I didn't know I needed that more than anything.
So now its my turn to take your heart,
throw it on the floor,
leave your guitar, but take your chords.
and your never gonna wanna hear me say.
I crumble the papers that I wrote,
I'll say see you later at the most.
'Cause my pen & paper can't be holding onto you.
You'll just have to get used to.