Love in the Confessions of a Black Smith & Wesson

I drove up to your house last Saturday...
But it didn't even take that far.
One peek inside the window's pane,
Out the door of my brother's car.

You could have told me you've moved on...
That you had went and found someone else.
It didn't take much to reveal to me...
That you lost the feelings we felt.

Seven beautiful baby girls,
To pass the taken times.
If only you knew how much it broke me...
To know that they were not mine.

I still reminisce of our first night together...
The one when I proposed...
It was three months late, and three months early,
When I melted away your clothes.

Do you still get the chills that I gave you?
I don't even want to approach your front door...
Do you still love me like you used to?
I don't even know what's real anymore...

My heart is heavy, and it's taking me down...
The passion that I felt for you is still here.
There was a future that I was hiding...
It can't be the same for us both, I fear...

I'm bleeding out now, for you my love...
With my thoughts upon the corner.
There's no use, but I'll still miss you,
On that familiar stop sign at Joyner.

But by the time you hear this message,
It will already be past my head.
By the time you start to feel sorry for me...
I'll already be dead.