Wasted Words

At the end of it all
Found myself between four walls
Searching for a pocket to keep your picture in
Seems most of my friends fell in line to be the first to say I left a sorry fool behind
I don’t know if I deserved to burn for half of what you’ve heard

But as the ashes of this cheap cigar burn holes through my shirt
I whisper to myself out loud, “This can’t be all I’m worth”
Oh sadness fall from me into this earth
Or else I’ll be the one headed there first

With my back against a wall
Painted myself so bright and tall borrowing colors that I cannot repay
Is it true what they say?
The evidence that you were gone was there before I begged you to stay
I don’t think that you deserved
Broken promises or liquor-laced verse

But as the ashes of this cheap cigar burn holes through my shirt
I whisper to myself out loud, “This can’t be all I’m worth”
Oh sadness fall from me into this earth
Or else I’ll be the one headed there first

In a whiskey blue midnight
I’ve done everything but, try to get it right

As the ashes of this cheap cigar burn holes through my shirt
Tears roll down, I scream out loud “My God, what am I worth?!”
Oh sadness fall from me to this earth
For I don’t want to die with a mouth full of wasted words