I got a picture of you holdin’
A picture of her taped to the dash of my car
I see it every time I check my speed or run it to the grocery store
The two of you were the only thing in life worth fightin’ for
But since you’ve been gone a I ain’t been much for fightin’ anymore
These days things don’t come easy
It’s all I can do at most just to keep it between the lines
If I’d have done a better job of listenin’
Baby you would still be mine
I ain’t had a drop to drink since the day that you left me
Six years come September I’ve been cursed with this clarity
I stare in the mirror yellin’ at a stranger lookin’ back on me
And the ghost of the man I could’ve been still haunts all my dreams
These days things don’t come easy
It’s all I can do at most just to keep it between the lines
If I’d have done a better job of listenin’
Maybe you would still be mine
Foolish pride wouldn’t let me give you the keys to the oldsmobile
No way in hell I should’ve let myself get behind that wheel
I was drunk, it was dark, and I didn’t see him comin’ over that hill
I regretted it then, I regret it now, I guess I always will
These days things don’t come easy
It’s all I can do at most just to keep it between the lines
If I’d have done a better job of listenin’
The two of you would still be mine
I got a picture of you holdin’ a
Picture of her taped to the dash of my car
“Six Years Come September”, American Aquarium
