Grasp - Widower
And I've been in denial for a while now
But I'm coming around
I've been blowing in a weird wind
Wayward as a greyhound
You took my grief with a grain of salt
It was difficult it was all my fault
A long distance phone call from Philadelphia
I was drunk and I needed to talk
But once I had you attention
There's so much I meant to mention
There's some things that I have come to understand
You were dry land
I was a drowning man
They say the safest place is a basement in a storm
Well darling during downpours
You were my cellar door
Ohhoho
Well I half assed
I gift wrapped a piece of sh*t
I was the bearer of bad news
Your worst birthday present
That forlorn uniform you fold
And your ice cold eyes rolled
There's something that I have come to understand
You were dry land
I was a drowning man
They say the safest place is a basement in a storm
Well darling during downpours
I was so self absorbed
And time will tell if the hand your
Dealt is worth a d**n
There's no knowing in advance
And the one you held has lost it's grasp
