| Last night I left the kitchen singing Folsom Prison Blues
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| I’d been up doing the dishes drinking whiskey like we used to
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| You were Johnny I was June, we’d fix it all with a tune
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| I was a fool for thinking this would be that easy
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Like the kickback from a smoking gun it takes some getting used to
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| And I can’t unpull the trigger, I can’t make you call
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| And these ghost I treat like lovers ain’t been helping me at all
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| I stay up all night for fear of talking in my sleep
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| Cause if I dream about your memory, I’ll just beg you not to leave
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| And the mornings don’t bring mercy, not like you could do
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| When I would only ever brave the day by waking up with you
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| Cause baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Like the kickback from a smoking gun it takes some getting used to
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| And I can’t unpull the trigger, I can’t make you call
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| And these ghost I treat like lovers ain’t been helping me at all
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| Now I’m months from where I started but no further down the road
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| They said find yourself a new man, I’m just doing what I’m told
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| But he’s the dreads down in my coffee, he’s settled and he’s cold
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| Yeah he gets me out of bed but man, it taste like getting old
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Like the kickback from a smoking gun it takes some getting used to
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| And I can’t unpull the trigger, I can’t make you call
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| And these ghost I treat like lovers ain’t been helping me at all
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you
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| Baby I’m still learning how to lose you |