(written by shelby lynne and bill botrell). . Smokin' and thinkin'. Of things to do since you're gone. Sittin', lonely. Can't even get stoned. Takin' a breath of a feeling that.
Waste away to nothin' in a dark, dusty tomb. Lookin' for the traces of what used to be a room. Wipe away the blood from a tormented brow. Solve the wicked problem, never asking how.
(written by shelby lynne). . Well I guess this is it babe. Reality has hit home hard. No need in puttin' it off anymore. Just turn away and let me walk.