The Weight of Should Haves

Cold air cuts deep as I stand in the night, outside the weight of what’s left, what ain’t right.

Her world keeps spinnin’, but mine stand still, watchin’ the cracks form where love once filled.

Hands in my pockets, heart in my throat, pray God she can cope, pray love ain't a ghost.

Man's got his part, but now that's through, now comes the work I never knew.

I see the fight still flickering’ in her chest, I know she got strength, though she’s been stretched.

I see the miles she carried alone, while I stood blind in the place called home.

I should be cryin’, but my eyes stay dry, should be beggin’ but I choke on pride.

Thinkin’ ‘bout words I never spoke,bout the weight of dreams that went up in smoke.

All the things I shoulda done,

but left for later, now later won’t come.

All the things she gave, all the love she spent, while I let the moment slip like rent.

Give me that moment, just one rewind, just one last chance to press rewind.

Just one last chance to press rewind.

Give me your hand, let me hold it right, let me fix what I broke that night.

I see the fire in you ain’t out yet, I know you got fight, I ain’t blind to that.

But all I ask, all I plead is for the weight of my should-haves to set you free.