LYRIC FOR SALE

By Beau watson

The scent of you lingers
As im praying to end winter
Cuz your not here to keep me warm.

The fireplace crackles
And im hearing your last cackle
I hope you know I never meant you no harm.

The scent of you is killing me
Its bringing back cursed memories;
the time we caught that 60 pound trout.

The scent of you was so dam beautiful
Im feeling so dam piti-ful
Your all im ever thinking about…


…..

I remember holding hands
And kissing softly on the banks
On your favourite southern creek.



I remember seeing you
Under that mid July moon
And hardly being able to fucking speak.

…..

its mid December now
and im thinking ever hour
bout how the scent of you pierces me.

It pierces my young soul
As your swearing all these oaths
That you’ll never stop loving me.

I remember our last dance
How it went so goddam fast
And how we used to make the porch creak

I remember smelling you
And how the scent makes me adore you
Now it makes me feel so dam weak.

……


The scent of you lingers
As im praying to end winter
Cuz your not here to keep me warm.

The fireplace crackles
And im hearing your last cackle
I hope you know I never meant you no harm….