Southern Wind - Full Tote Odds, Taylor Jones

She’s had enough pissed off with his antics

Can’t face the strain, or change with an addict

Friends tell her to leave believing madness

Is just days from her grieving sadness

Times are tough now, coz dealing with heartbreak

Is taking its toll when she’s livid and can’t take

The pain.

An Immanent escape is near

Coz she spent 2 years now living in fear

With a packed suitcase she vacates the premises

A love for this man now a damned arch nemesis

It ain’t over.

No it’s far from the finish line,

Leaning on a bad premonition from the bitter swine

No trust now it’s turned to obsession

You’d think over time that he’d learn his lesson

The burning question is what’s the quest with his next sin?

Wait till he finds out at home that she left him

He’s on the way home from work trying to understand it

They been together for a lifetime something vanished

Through any weather in the right mind but it happens

Once strong, the love gone nothing matters!

Parks the car and storms up the staircase

Straight to the bedroom calling the threats wait!

he strains for air,

On the look for his bird but the cage is bare

With a phone makes one call to check in

Little does she know that his mate’s a detective

Traces the number she laid 'for her exit

Paces the room to the plate for his next hit

Getting high, clearing his mind

no time for the weak or the tear in his eye

No time for the grief what he’s feeling inside

It’s time tonight, he might say his last goodbye!

He’s on the gas and all out of his powder

The love that he has aint allowed to be soured

She’s let go now to flee from his power

Broke through a crack and free now to flower

At her work mates place on a mattress

No damn clue he’s on the chase with an address

He’s on a 1 way trip full of madness

Quick with the sips of the bourbs that he brandished

Her love or her life now what’ll it be

He plots out the scene with his bottle of beam

She’s lost in her dreams all’s well so it seems

But wakes from the light of the torch that he beams

He leans for a touch, she screams in disgust.

Work mates suss and she keys in the fuzz

Deep in his clutch when the cops swing round

He pulls out his piece and a shot rings out!

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