I Can See You

words & music by Chris LaVancher © 2012

I can see you
With your red dress
Slung across his bed
I can see you
With your hair in a mess
And the lipstick kissed from your face
Girl you’re killin’ me

I don’t want to hear excuses
I don’t want to hear you say
It doesn’t mean a thing to you
It just happened that way

Now I’m standing at his window with a bottle in my hand
And the ache I feel is tearing me apart.
I should go but my feet they won’t take a step
I can’t turn my eyes away as I stand here in the dark … watching you.

I can see you
With your cigarette
And no trace of regret
I can see you
Wrapped up in his arms
And your skin reflecting the blue
Of the TV set

Like the blue of the moon,
Like the blue of the pills I took,
Like the blue that’s come over me
Like the blue of the rock I throw

I don’t want to hear excuses
I don’t want to hear you say
It doesn’t mean a thing to you
It just happened that way

Now you’re standing at his window with the phone in your hand
And I know 9-1-1’s on its way
I should go but my feet they won’t take a step
I can’t turn my eyes away as I stand here in the dark … watching you.

I can see … you