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Not Truly Ok

Gryphonknight Music

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Not Truly Ok

15 просмотров · 7 дн. назад
Gryphonknight Music
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15 просмотров · 7 дн. назад
I hope you all enjoy this one. #aigenerated #aigeneratedmusic #aimusic Lyrics below Verse 1 The clock on the mantel keeps burying time Another ring on the oak out by the line I sit on the steps with a glass of cheap rye Watching headlights that never turn in tonight The radio’s playing some old broken hymn About love that got lost and the road wearing thin I used to wait for a voice in the hall Now I just let the dark take it all Chorus With every passing year I get a little more fine With the empty side of the bed and the quiet that stays No ring on a finger, no name on the deed No little feet running, no one I gotta need I’m learning the shape of this hole in the floor Getting used to the dark behind my own door But I ain’t truly okay And I don’t think I ever will be Verse 2 There’s a room down the hall I don’t even unlock Thought it might hold a cradle — now it’s dust and a box Friends send pictures of kids on the Fourth of July I smile and I nod and I drink a little more rye The preacher talks purpose when the leaves start to fall Says there’s a reason the house stays this small I used to pray for a hand in the night Now I just fold mine and wait for the light Chorus With every passing year I get a little more fine With the dust on the Bible and the rust on the gate Never starting a family, never sharing this name Never having somebody to curse when it rains I’m making my peace with the life I was dealt Getting used to the silence I built for myself But I ain’t truly okay And I don’t think I ever will be Bridge Some nights I still hear a laugh that ain’t there Smell perfume on a pillow that’s been empty for years I tell myself I’m free, I tell myself I’m strong But freedom don’t warm you when the winter gets long Final Chorus With every passing year I get a little more fine With the notion that nobody’s coming this time I’m getting used to the quiet, getting used to the end Getting used to the man I’ve become in the end But I ain’t truly okay Lord, I ain’t truly okay And I don’t think I ever will be