Coldest winter

Three years we been over
Ask me why I still fantasize about ya
Ask me why I still write ya
So we no longer
Want the same things
When the air clears
The love will still be there

I could say
You ripped out my heart
Stepped on it then left the country
But I can't I chased you off
When the love turned to hate
I kept a pistol under my pillow
Reverting back to my old ways

I put the drugs down
To find Christ in the slums of shoalin
But but but but baby
The fifteen minutes of fame
You told me I could have
Has been stretched beyond
60k viewers and counting
All from poems of you

Yeah there been others since you left
I pray that your having  good times
Cause I'm here having mines
Sobriety hasn't stopped by sexuality
It took my 24 years to find
What's another decade to get you back