Brutal (3:42)

It’s brutal without you
I think of all the things we used to do
Red wine and cigarettes
On the back porch in the rain
It’s brutal without you

Wasn’t it a clue to love
When I touched your heel at Joy Blue?
Now I don’t mind a bed three times my size sometimes
But most of the time I do

It’s brutal without you
I think of all the places you took me to
From the top of an empire
To the depths of Alcatraz
It’s brutal without you

Wasn’t it a clue to love
When you shoved me in the lake? its true
I don’t mind a will six times my size sometimes

Were we all’s a losing hand
On the ghost train to Frankfort?
Nine of your rings I lost in blue
Were we all’s a winning hand?
With all this light upon my heels
I’m still coming for you
I’m still coming for you