#103 LOVING YOU WRONG
#103 LOVING YOU WRONG
[Americana (blues-inflected)]
(DEMO)
(Full Arrangement)
Whiskey bottle almost empty,
Twelve pack down to only three.
Leaning back in your kitchen chair,
Bloodshot eyes staring right at me.
You sit forward, fists now clenched.
I hold my breath, stand frozen.
"Damn it! Just stop!" You slap the table,
"You're not fixing. And I'm not broken."
The question I'm afraid of asking,
Is why together we don't belong.
And now I'm loving my way to lonely,
Because I'm loving you wrong.
Loving you strong, but loving you wrong.
I count to twelve, let you settle,
Sit down across the table, scoot my chair.
Start to speak, then see your face.
Hold still, and we both just stare.
You pour more whiskey, crack a beer,
Lurch to the freezer, get some ice.
Drop two cubes in, wave your hand at me,
You say "I don't want this. I don't need nice."
The question I've started asking,
Is why together we don't belong.
Now I'm loving my way to lonely,
Because I'm loving you wrong.
Loving you strong, but loving you wrong.
You stagger to the bedroom, soon hear you snore,
I clean things up, sit back down, stare at the floor.
Phone lights up -- us laughing together at the lake.
Wallpaper once made me smile -- now makes me ache,
Hours later, kitchen table, all alone,
Deleting that photo off my phone.
The question I can't stop asking,
Is why together we don't belong.
Now I'm loving my way to lonely,
Because I'm loving you wrong.
Loving you strong, but loving you wrong.