This Time Next Year

I'm on a guilt trip high and I'm not coming down for anybody else She's love sick, he's full of shit I'm stuck thinking about what I'm gonna drink So here's your slow song cause I know you've been waiting Just like a last call with the guy that your

Tonight you say that I'm your one You caress me tender Until the morning comes The sound of your whisper Ringin' inside my ear I want to hear those usame sweet words next year ooh So many lovers, other lovers came and gone Makin promises forever only

I hear it in the night I'm hearing it louder than I've heard before The beating of my heart is louder than thunder ripping through these walls The ticking of the clock All these minutes turning into hours I've got to get back on the road Get back on

I hold my dream with a broken hand Blood on my collar I try to think of a better way To pass by the hours Instead I'm feeling low I'm feeling worthless, reckless and alone Taking from me In the middle of the night It's not that easy In the middle of

Note - This Time Next Year Who's at the wheel when the road keeps on turning Never really getting anywhere with my feet off the ground Never had a better chance to say anything You, it's you, you that defeats me So talk down my hopeless frustration D

Welcome to my living hell Where I make a fool of myself for you I've put my books on the shelf Packed up my love for the sake of you I'm not working anymore I never wanted to see this through Cause I despise everything that I do Everything that I do