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Title: Lull me to Sleep
Author: squeedums...moi blind_by_fear Jesse<333
Pairing: can be anybody, really...no names mentioned
Rating:...PG(hints of death and such)
Summary: ughn...not good at these
Disclaimer: I didn't write the song... but the idea was mine...and the 'word document' was mine too...but, yeah...
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
# #
I can’t imagine what encouraged me to do it. You were the dream I had every night, my life, hell-you were my everything. I can’t believe I actually could think that I could live without you. I kept hearing the rumours, being told that you were always at the bars. But let me tell you, I’m surprised it hurt you that much. The way you acted, it felt like you could care less about me if I had dropped dead right there on the spot. I guess I was wrong. You cared, maybe a little too much, I didn’t know that…
# #
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
# #
Maybe I should have said this before, but I’m not a ‘her’, I can still try though. You always called me the ‘woman’ of the relationship. Don’t know why, but I never found this too hard to believe. The way I acted. When I saw the police report on television, I couldn’t believe the note. I knew who you spoke of, and so did everyone else in town. I think that’s why…
# #
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
# #
Yeah, everybody assumed it was me that pushed you to the edge, but then, once you died, I kept drinking. I didn’t want people to think I was going down the same road you were, but I could never quite hide it. Someone would always catch me struggling home or something. I hate how you plague my every thought. I thought you loved me, it turns out-you did. I just didn’t know how much. And what’s more. I miss your slight touches upon the small of my back; I miss the way you would croon with your thick masculine voice, so you’d lull me to sleep. I hate you-but it’s the acronym for what I really mean.
# #
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
# #
I was watching your picture; I reached out, touching it, then grabbing the gun. I slipped the safety off, and then hugged your picture to my chest. I would love you too, until the day I died. Too bad that was today… you stopped loving me a long time ago, before I had to hide my new-found liking for whiskey. The drink you drank before you lulled off into an un-waking sleep. Now I can finally be lulled to sleep by your imaginary voice. The one that I connected to the one that loved me. The one that I could, and would, never forget. But I swear, I think I heard the angels sing their whiskey lullaby… your voice among them.
Author: squeedums...moi blind_by_fear Jesse<333
Pairing: can be anybody, really...no names mentioned
Rating:...PG(hints of death and such)
Summary: ughn...not good at these
Disclaimer: I didn't write the song... but the idea was mine...and the 'word document' was mine too...but, yeah...
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
# #
I can’t imagine what encouraged me to do it. You were the dream I had every night, my life, hell-you were my everything. I can’t believe I actually could think that I could live without you. I kept hearing the rumours, being told that you were always at the bars. But let me tell you, I’m surprised it hurt you that much. The way you acted, it felt like you could care less about me if I had dropped dead right there on the spot. I guess I was wrong. You cared, maybe a little too much, I didn’t know that…
# #
Until the night
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
# #
Maybe I should have said this before, but I’m not a ‘her’, I can still try though. You always called me the ‘woman’ of the relationship. Don’t know why, but I never found this too hard to believe. The way I acted. When I saw the police report on television, I couldn’t believe the note. I knew who you spoke of, and so did everyone else in town. I think that’s why…
# #
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
# #
Yeah, everybody assumed it was me that pushed you to the edge, but then, once you died, I kept drinking. I didn’t want people to think I was going down the same road you were, but I could never quite hide it. Someone would always catch me struggling home or something. I hate how you plague my every thought. I thought you loved me, it turns out-you did. I just didn’t know how much. And what’s more. I miss your slight touches upon the small of my back; I miss the way you would croon with your thick masculine voice, so you’d lull me to sleep. I hate you-but it’s the acronym for what I really mean.
# #
Until the night
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
# #
I was watching your picture; I reached out, touching it, then grabbing the gun. I slipped the safety off, and then hugged your picture to my chest. I would love you too, until the day I died. Too bad that was today… you stopped loving me a long time ago, before I had to hide my new-found liking for whiskey. The drink you drank before you lulled off into an un-waking sleep. Now I can finally be lulled to sleep by your imaginary voice. The one that I connected to the one that loved me. The one that I could, and would, never forget. But I swear, I think I heard the angels sing their whiskey lullaby… your voice among them.