Dead On Arrival

Dead On Arrival

 

Lets put a pillow on these dreams and snuff it 

because they have been dead on arrival for so long now

lets hang ourselves around the ribbon of that old oak tree 

it has been there for so long it makes me sick

 

The only thing i see clear is the bottle over here 

and the fact they weren't worth a moose fart in the end

you can brag to all your friends 

you've collected another broken man 

to place on your shelf with all the rest

 

and i can tell my family it would have never worked out 

for the best and in a slurred speech 

admit that all along they were right

 

Take another drink and curse this Memphis sky 

the twilight reminds me of your eyes 

and how when we were well met that sparkle 

that they'd get as i held you tight

 

So take a look at me darling 

don't forget to smile your mission's done your objective won 

wish i could have told them how much you truly meant to me 

but the bullets flown and the damage  has been done 

you might think I'm rambling about suicide 

but the whiskey is a longer way to run

 

I cant help but laugh as I glance back 

to all the times i swore they were wrong 

i assured them all i knew 

exactly what the hell i was trying to do 

and now i kick myself for never wanting to hear the truth 

because my life's become 

the title of a cliché country and western song