I used to write songs by the dozen All that's left is an empty head
Uncomfortable, cold and unpleasant Unlike the warm lover's side of my bed
These days, no love ain't the issue Sometimes I wish that it was
Then I could put my soul on these strings Instead of calluses sliding down rust
So I'll take what I can get It might take me all night
And I'll sleep when I am dead God, I'm losing my mind, losing my mind
Don't get me wrong, I'm a blessed man Wouldn't trade her away for no one
It's hard to see the man I used to be When words and melodies just won't come
I'll take what I can get It might take me all night
And I'll sleep when I am dead God, I'm losing my mind, losing my mind
I'll take what I can get It might take me all night
And I'll sleep when I am dead God, I'm losing my mind, losing my mind
These days, no love ain't the issue Sometimes I wish that it was
Then I could put my soul on these strings Instead of calluses sliding down rust
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