Part 2 of loving a wasted world.

So I wrote a blog post last week about loving the world when it was wasted. Thinking about the realities of why people drink to much. And loving people who drink too much.

And if you follow me on Facebook you'll know I wrote a song about it.

And some people have asked for the lyrics.

So here you go! πŸ™‚

(Underneath are some photos of some more brilliant times this week!)

 

When you're wasted

She tells me, she doesn't want to live in this regret

She tells me, she doesn't want this pain that never ends

She tells me, she never wants to see his face again

And all I see's her bleeding heart

He tells me, he wears his cash in hand as a defence

He tells me, he stuck somewhere in 1998

When he lost what should never have been taken from him

And all I see' his bleeding heart

World I love you, even when you're wasted

I'll be waiting, even when you're off your face,

And I'll hold back you're hair and tell you that you're beautiful

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

He tells me, his life's only full of friends at the bar

He tells me, the rest of life ain't got him very far

But he knows that all he has are fickle friends

And they're all gone in the morning with his bleeding heart

World I love you, even when you're wasted

I'll be waiting, even when you're off your face,

And I'll hold back you're hair and tell you that you're beautiful

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

How many mornings do you need to keep breaking yourself?

Because you can't remember how you were faking it out?

How many mornings do you need to keep breaking yourself?

I told God, I didn't want to live in this regret

I told God, I didn't want this pain that never ends

Even told God, I didn't want to see his face again

But then He healed my bleeding heart

Yeah, He healed my bleeding heart

He came and healed my bleeding heart

World I love you, even when you're wasted

I'll be waiting, even when you're off your face,

And I'll hold back you're hair and tell you that you're beautiful

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

Carry you home when you don't know where you're coming from

 

 

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