Aint a damn thing that y’all can do to hurt me
Unsober, laid over in Denver
The waitress could smell it the minute I entered
There’s seven shells losing their souls in here
Sporadically placed amongst scotch and beer
But there’s one woman in the back left corner
Who looks like she could really use the support
If I could only muster the strength to be a friend
Who knows how this adventure could end.
It’s the sound of emotion enough
To make me wanna hang myself from the rafter that’s over my bed
But when I stop to climb the ladder that’s embedded in my heart
I start to question all the emotion in my head.