Two Lives Over Lyrics

I'm moving, I'm moving

I'm moving Two lives over to the right

Smoke pools in the ash tray

Like a blood flood fills the tub

Sweat scent and tobacco fill the air

The last lost lonely ice cube

Gives itself up to the brown

Liquid whiskey lying there

Ain't no way I'm doing this

To try to get back at you

Or to get you to Look my way again

I'll meet you 2 doors down

In the room with all the light

On judgement day this Friday night.

Cigar lacks but one last draw

Knuckles to the nub

Slit eyed view of blood red suds

Neon Flashes Vacancy

In the mirror on the sink

Your powdered nose is the last thing that I think

Your red lips are the last thought that I think

Your green eyes are the last thought that I think

Your brown hair is the last thing that I think