Beneath The Sheets December
She said she still remembers, what happened in December
I told her that, some things are much better left unsaid
I've been filed with regret, been trying to forget
But I just haven't yet and I don't think you knew
This is all I have
Now that my baby's gone
This is all I know
With my head up towards the sky I'll carry on
Old letter marked to sender, the feeling that it renders
Is one of which I don't want to be reminded of
It's killing me inside, man I've lost all my pride
How could I hit my bride, goddamn I wish I knew
When we're sober we're the neighborhood Jeckls
When we drink we're Mr. and Mrs. Hyde
Always starts with a biting remark
And shortly after your fists begin to fly
Usually I'm the one who surrenders
Black and blue, my white flag in the sky
You kept pushing, you kept pushing and I must've snapped
There you lay with your hand on your eye
