Beneath The Sheet - X's On My Calendar lyrics

rate me

I never figured when we met

Your history of petty theft, would lead to a homicide

I should have run a background check

Before I asked you to be my, lawfully wedded wife

Blood covered pistol placed in my hand

Honey what’s going on?

Blue lights and sirens, it all makes sense

I gotta take the fall

There’s no more banging my head up against the prison wall

Waiting for every call

There’s no more X’s on my calendar

Baby I’ll be coming home

To the empty city we once knew as Rome

I’ve spent five years stuck in this hole

I feel like I have lost my soul, only god knows I’m innocent

Yeah you’ve been out there on your own

Waiting to hear your voice is how all of my days are spent

Meet with the warden cause it’s my time

Honey I’m coming home

Tells me, “sit down son your wife has died”

I got nowhere to go

All of the things I’ve seen

They just don’t mean a thing

All of the things I know

They just don’t matter…