I can still smell her scent
as if blown through the vent
in every store in which my money is spent
I remember the grass blades
and rolling in the shade
the love we made
And I wish I was there
instead of here
wasting another year
shedding another tear
drowning myself in yet another beer
Always fighting back the fear
that she was the one
the evening star to my morning sun
and now I'm back
visiting this lonely place
looking out through older face
my life moving at a different pace
I see the things I did wrong
always singing someone else s song
trying too hard to not belong
so where does it leave me now
lost somehow
looking for a way out
or back, to the past
memories that always last
and blow in just like an arctic blast
to freeze me in my spot
to make my blood clot
and I wish it was...but probably not
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