Grasp

Intro: 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 your 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 ( ) Well, i half-assed ; I gift-wrapped a piece of shit 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 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, i was so self-absorbed And time will tell if the hand your dealt is worth a damn There's no knowing in advance, and the one you held has lost it's grasp ( )