Piano Song

Sorry for all the times, important dates
I spent away moments can't replace
Now you say I love you
But how you can you see like I do?
Yet, we hide the truths

And know that, pour up liquor
Take a picture,  pull out the Kodak flick
And I'm caught up, memory fading
Thinking 'bout ya, I'm in the middle shit

You know that I want this
You know, you know that I want ya (I want ya)
You know that I got this
You know, know that I want ya

Now when I look around, got all my friends
Filling these holes hope my stories told
(But will you remember me? yeah)
The longer that I wait
My selfish ways takes over me
Lessons never learned

And know that, pour up liquor
Take a picture, pull out the Kodak flick
And I'm caught up, memory fading
Thinking 'bout ya, I'm in the middle shit

You know that I want this
You know, you know that I want ya (I want ya)

Cool memory fading thinking 'bout ya, shit
And you know that, yeah yeah yeah

You got my memory fading
You got me constantly waiting on you
My memory fading
You got me constantly waiting on you

And so I pour up the liquor flick
I pour up the drink and then sip
Constantly waiting
You got me constantly waiting on you
Life is about one thing, numbers
Nothing else what did Tina Turner say?
"What's love got to do "
Not a fuckin' thing, man
That's why I tell people
That life begins with
A number and ends with a number
Love ain't got nothing to do with shit
It's all about numbers, nothing else