J Church I Reach For Her Hand
Saturday night, and it starts with a fight,
A fifth of gin and a bag of ice,
I know she is angry; she has every right,
"You f..cking motherfucker" a thousand times,
"Did you f..ck her in this room?"
But I'm out of words; I am empty,
I reach for her hand but it's no good,
This is awful. It's sickening
I lie on the mattress staring at the ceiling,
I can't stand to think that this is our last feeling
So hopeless, so hopeless,
So hopeless, so hopeless
We raged a drunk all last night,
We slept away all the daylight,
I have no use for the sun anymore,
It only reminds me that I'm still alive,
Do you know about loss?
A loss gone deep inside,
Oh God how I have lost the love for my life
I lie on the mattress staring at the ceiling,
I can't stand to think that this is our last feeling
So hopeless, so hopeless,
So hopeless, so hopeless
