Chose Power Over Love

Six in the morning, alarm cuts through the dark. Another day to

face, another weight on my heart. Whiskey used to numb me,

now it don't work anymore. Brand new sunrise, same old ache I can't ignore.

Here we are again, just me and this pain. Nothing I do

can chase your memory away. I think about the small towns where we used

to play. Shots of whiskey in our hands as we danced the night away.

Laughing on that bench, pressed tight against the wall, back room,

he didn't care who saw it all. Cameras on the ceiling,