Black Ink

Duration

3:54

Genres

Southern/Blues Rock/Rockabilly

Description

Lyrics

Black ink, white paper Someone’s gonna pay for this sooner or later Strong whiskey, empty bottle Sometimes the truth is a little hard to swallow I’m through with you Red Lipstick, blue collar Tell-tale signs of friends undercover Minds wander, hearts burning There ought to be a lesson here someone is learning I’m through with you Dying love makes an eerie sound Like hollow footsteps on frozen ground I scream your name, but you never answer I’ve lost the game, and now I’m in danger Of going too far…. To ever come back…. Cold morning, rainy Monday Telling myself I’ll be over you someday Is it worth it? To be this lonely… No more room inside for “if only’s” I’m through with you…. I’m through with you… I’m through with you…. Black ink, white paper Someone’s gonna pay for this sooner or later…