The Reason Why (Guitar Acoustic) - JP Cooper

I think about how it might have been We'd spend out days travelin' It's not that I don't understand you It's not that I don't want to be with you But you only wanted me The way you wanted me So, I will head out alone, hope for the best And we hang our heads down As we skip the goodbyes And you can tell the world what you want them to hear I've got nothing left to lose, my dear So, I'm up for the little white lies But you and I know the reason why I'm gone, and you're still there I'm gone, and you're still there I'm gone, and you're still there I'll buy a magazine searching for your face From coast to coast, or where ever I find my place I'll track you on the radio, and I'll find your list in a different name But as close as I get to you It's not the same So, I will head out alone, hope for the best We can pat ourselves on the back As say that we tried And if one of us makes it big We can spill our regrets And talk about how the love never dies But you and I know the reason why I'm gone, you're still there I'm gone, you're still there I'm gone, and you're still there So, steal the show, and do your best To cover the tracks that I have left I wish you well and hope you find Whatever you're looking for The way I might've changed my mind, But you only showed me the door So, I will head out alone, hope for the best We can pat ourselves on the back And say that we tried And if one of us makes it big We can spill our regrets And talk about how the love never dies But you and I, you and I, you and I know the reason why.

Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down, Blood lines, bubble in my cup think I'm fizzing out, Well I don't hear the sound as I'm reaching out to you, I'm not looking for the fix that I get used to. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. So won't you spare me some time, Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine? When nothing that we do is fine, Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine. Well I've been twisting out, I've been twisting out the screws, And I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to, I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. Chasing rabbits down holes as the Church cheer watching me, The yellow brick road to know where I know as there I go, Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty.