Disclaimer: I do not own, "Picture."
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they won't tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Something' just ain't right
It's been awhile. Since I last saw his face. Kwest produces me, so I know where he is every time he moves. He just moved from a ranch in Montana to a hotel here in Toronto. Kwest gave me his number, saying that he wanted me to call him, but I can't. One night I couldn't take the anxiety any more, so I picked up the phone and dialed the number. The service desk picks up, and says that he isn't registered there. I can tell by the tone of his voice that he's lying. He goes on to say, that the records show that the last time, he was there, it has been almost 5 years since he last stayed there. I was hardly convinced. There's a chuckle in the background, and I hear a man's voice, but then the service desk hangs up the phone.
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights
3 Days Later
I can't remember how long it's been. My memory having been jumbled up after all those blacked out nights, after all the wine. Waking up with a different man every morning. It's been hard, worrying that you'll never come back. I still miss you. It's hard to live without you. I can't believe I've let you stay in my heart. It's been awhile. Almost too long… And yet, I can't help but wish that he stays away so I don't get my heart in pieces… Like I have every other time he has given it back to me. It hurts… It's like there's a wall around my heart, and every time he brings down that wall, and he breaks my heart, I try to rebuild my wall, but there are holes. So, it's easier for him to break down. The wine helps, but not much… It's never good enough for me to ever forget you… Kwest hasn't told me anything from you for 3 nights…
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
Only now, am I finally putting his picture away, trying to believe my mind when it says it's over him. I wonder if he's still here, or if he moved back to Montana. But his face haunts my heart, when I'm with another man. My heart is still gripped by his fist, and it hurts because he's still squeezing it soo hard. The pain is becoming unbearable. I can't help but wonder, does he still feel the same? Or does he already have a new life? Could he have moved on without me? I don't know how I could ever move on… I miss him…