Lyrics Three Candles - Kyle Craft

Three Candles

Take it away
I can’t stand to see
You holding him the way you held me
Was bound to taste right
It was bound to be brief
And as for me babe
I guess I’m bound to leave
Fall to the floor
Your stain on my jeans
Three hundred miles between me and Orleans
I’ll think of you babe
I give you my word
I’ll think of you babe while I’m kissing her
Because Leanne cut ties
And Jaybird split town
And Ally says I shouldn’t be hanging around
So what’s there to hope?
And who’s there to please?
And what’s there to love on long nights like these?
Oh who’s there to love on dead long nights like these?
A warm shot of rye
Straight to the head
And three candles lit at the Royal Frenchman
It’s hard to recall just what I said wrong
It’s hard to recall why you wanted me gone
So are you passing out?
Or are you leaning in?
That wasted farewell I’m too drunk to pretend
That you gave him your hand you sweet Southern Belle
But all that you had to give me was hell
Oh all that you had to give me was hell
So take it away
I can’t stand to see
You kissing him like the way you kissed me
He’s bound to taste right
He’s bound to make sense
But he’ll never kiss you the way that I did
No, he’ll never kiss you the way that I did