Sweet Illness Of Mine - Lifelover

The whiskey bottle’s almost empty

As well as the pack of smokes

Been awake for several days now

Haunted by the memories

My heart has become colder than this room

Long time since I felt joy or happiness

All of the roses you planted have lost

Their touch and faded away

Thinking back on the good times we had

When we would laugh

The wind blew in your hair as we

Drove across the country

Not even all of the world’s whores

Can satisfy me anymore

I’ve lost the spark and light

Nothing to hold close to my heart

I keep staring at the chromed .45

Lying on the living room table

A moment of silence…