Death of Me - Or, the Whale

Every week that passes in this hazy town

Is another week that you ain’t comin' round

All the pretty girls I pass by on the street

Seem to blend in with the grey of the concrete

I’ve been savin' up to catch a plane back east

Just to see you for a couple days at least

I’ve been learnin' how to keep my whiskey down

Just to save the change from buying my last round

In the morning when I wake

My hands shake

I lay back and shut my eyes

And wish the world wasn’t this size

Ever since we parted ways, my notes are flat

I can’t write a decent melody at that

All my major chords keep drifting into blue

Tell me what’s a country singer supposed to do

Stephanie, you’ll be the death of me