Heartfelt Lies Ron Pope

I walk by the rivers edge
Skipping smooth wet stones
And watching them sink

I never was a fan of innocence
I've got two black eyes
And an empty fifth of gin

And I see I'm wrong for you
But we try
You swear I'm hard
To lay beside
If I was you I'd run
From me most nights
Maybe I was meant
To be left behind

Thundering circumstances
Beyond our control rumble in
Counting time by the lines
'Round your eyes
As your gentle caress
Helps me forget

And I think it's time