Kyle Craft - Three Candles lyrics

Take it away I can't stand to see You holding him the way you held me Was bound to taste right It was bound to be brief And as for me babe I guess I'm bound to leave Fall to the floor Your stain on my jeans Three hundred miles between me and Orleans I'll think of you babe I give you my word I'll think of you babe while I'm kissing her Because Leanne cut ties And Jaybird split town And Dally says I shouldn't be hanging around So what's there to hope? And who's there to please? And what's there to love on long nights like these? Oh who's there to love on dead long nights like these? A (?) shutter eye Straight to the head And three candles lit at the Royal Frenchman It's hard to recall just what I said wrong It's hard to recall why you wanted me gone So are you pa**ing out? Or are you leaning in? That wasted farewell I'm too drunk to pretend That you gave him your hand you sweet Southern Belle But all that you had to give me was hell Oh all that you had to give me was hell So take it away I can't stand to see You kissing him like the way you kiss me He's bound to taste right He's bound to make sense But he'll never kiss you the way that I did No, he'll never kiss you the way that I did