The whiskey bottle's almost empty 
as well as the pack of smokes 
Been awake for several days now, 
haunted by the memories 

My heart has [bad word] colder than this room, 
long time since I felt joy or happiness 
All of the roses you planted have lost 
their touch and faded away 

Thinking back on the good times we had, 
when we would laugh 
The wind blew in your hair as we 
drove across the country 

Not even all of the world's whores 
can satisfy me anymore 
I've lost the spark and light, 
nothing to hold close to my heart 

I keep staring at the chromed .45, 
lying on the living room table 
moment of silence...