Name: Spin by Adam Avery
Duration: 3 min 23 s
Description: Written by Adam Avery, Claire Ulanoff & Jordan Otruba

The Languishing

She Don’t Miss the Man I Used to Be

I used to shave each mornin’, wear a smile to start my day 
Polished boots and tucked-in shirt, she loved me that-a-way 
We'd slow dance in the kitchen, drink our coffee side by side 
Now she pours hers and walks past me, like I'm not even alive

She don’t miss the man I used to be 
The one who’d write her love notes and sing her harmony 
She don’t cry for what we lost, don’t beg or even plead 
She don’t miss the man I used to be

I traded time for overtime and whiskey for my prayers 
I used to chase her laughter—now I just chase empty stares 
I stare down that ol’ mirror like a ghost that haunts this place 
And I see a stranger wearin’ my hollow face

She don’t miss the man I used to be 
The one who held her close and swept her off her feet 
No “what went wrong,” no memories, no worn-out reverie 
She don’t miss the man I used to be 

Maybe she gave up hopin’ I’d come back around 
Or maybe I fell so far, she had to let me drown

She don’t miss the man I used to be 
I’m just an echo in the hall where love used to be 
And I can’t blame her now for givin’ up on me 
'Cause even I don’t miss the man I used to be

She Don't Miss the Man I used to Be

Heaven Maybe V5 ©hblanecox@gmail.com
That cross still swings from my rearview 
Shakin’ with every wrong turn I take 
Same old Ford, same cigarette burn 
On the seat where my Bible used to lay 

Mama said grace don’t run out 
But I’m still slippin’ through the cracks 
These worn-out hands keep folding 
Hoping God might fold ’em back 

I ain’t sure I’m worth the saving 
But I’m holdin’ on just in case 

Is there a heaven, maybe 
For the broke-down, too-late, half-sober lately 
For the ones who run till they’re lost, 
Then beg to be found at any cost 
If the gates ain’t gold, I’m fine with that 
Just give me a porch and my old ball cap 
Where I can sit and figure which road might take me 
To a heaven, maybe 

Saw your name light up my phone 
Like a ghost I wasn’t ready to see 
Still chasing things I should leave alone 
Like the bottle… like the best of me 
You said you hoped I’d found some peace 
I said “me too” and lied again 
But if faith’s the fight you never leave 
Maybe I’m stronger than I’ve been 

Lord knows I’ve been hard to love 
But I’m learning how to try 

Is there a heaven, maybe 
For the worn-out, messed-up, “Lord-won’t-you-change-me” 
For the ones who swear they’re done with the dark 
Then fall right back with a hole in their heart 
If the streets are dirt, not pearl or stone 
Just let ’em lead me on back home 
Where the stars are dim but they still shine for me 
That’s my heaven, maybe 

I don’t need angels in choir robes 
Just someone who won’t let me go 
If I walk that line, slow and shaky… 
Would You still take me?  

Is there a heaven, maybe 
For the half-lost, back-road, “known-for-nothin’” me 
For the boy who never got it right 
But damn sure tried most every night 
If You’ve got room past perfect grace 
I’ll pull in late, but I’ll find my place 
If it ain’t too much to save me 
Call it heaven… maybe


Heaven Maybe V5

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