Knocked Down

For some reason I didn't post this six months ago when I wrote it...Can honestly say I'm not in this place anymore. Wound isn't closed, but it is healing a little. Anyway...


Back to counting days again
Not from the drink or the drug
Not from the booze or the blow
No, it's a woman that knocked me down

Underneath every skirt is a slip
That's what the oldtimers say
Thought I was ready to fly
Three plus years under my belt oh my

But she sent me reeling
And now I'm going minute-to-minute
Trying not to self-destruct
Trying to keep it together for one more second

Each hour seems like a day
Each day seems like a year
Fell so hard so fast
Guess I should've known it'd kick my ass

Not going out for a skirt
That I know
But the feeling's the same
I'm weak and lame

Like a junkie trying to kick
I try to avoid my scoring spots
But I see you on every corner
And hear you in my dreams

You've crawled inside my veins
And I'm still bleeding inside
Thought I'd found my wife
Instead I'm hating life