Dead to You
BILL ANDERSON, JOHN PAUL WHITE
Should I smoke my last
Put it all in the past
And pour out this bottle of booze
Straighten up and fly right
Add years to my life
Or would I still be dead to you?
The last words you said
Still ring in my head
You said there's nothing left I could do
You said I could bleed
I could beg I could plead
But I'd still be dead to you
I don't know why I'm thinking 'bout changing
Writing new words to old songs
Guess I could try my hand at pretending
That my reason for living's not gone...
There's a tiny small voice
Saying I've got no choice
There's only one thing left to do
There's nothing to save, go ahead dig my grave
I'm already dead to you
'Cause I'm already dead to you