Try to waste it
Try to waste it slow
I could taste you
If I could swallow
I never learned how to calm away the shakes
If it hurts now it only stops the aches
Try to waste it
Try to waste it slow
You could wake me
You could let me go
I could fake it
A face I've never shown
Still I taste it
It lingers in my throat
I never learned how to calm away the shakes
If it hurts now it only stops the aches
If I turn now I'm afraid that I might break
Losing you now feels just like the aches
credits
from Wail,
released September 4, 2020
Written, performed and recorded by Cliff Barnes
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