Zach Frost Lying On The Floor
Lying on the floor, the empty bottles
I'm knocking on the door, won't you let me in
I heard about the time, you flew to Georgia
Not just to say goodbye, I thought he warned you
What happens in the past
Stays in the past
But you don't have to go out like this
Don't you want to meet your grandkids?
And I'm glad you saved yourself
From a life of living hell
Hiding in the shadows
Of love
And you showed a sense of worth
That you gave me with my birth
Your blood
Is pumping through my veins
And I'm glad you saved yourself
From a life of living hell
Blocking out the shadows
Of love
And you showed a sense of pride
That you gave me when he died
Your blood
Is pumping through my veins
Lying on the floor, the empty bottles
I'm knocking on the door, the handle throttles
I'm stepping on the cold, hard floor
But you were meant for more
And you don't have to go out like this
Don't you want to meet your grandkids?
Now that he's gone, you don't have the right
To lay down and die, you've got to stand and fight
And when you grow old, and the truth be told
You've got to sacrifice, you've got to stand and fight
Stand up and fight for your right to believe in whatever you see in this life
Stand up and fight for your right to believe in whatever you see in this life
And now she's lying on the floor, the empty bottles
I'm knocking on the door, won't you let me in, won't you let me in
