It was the perfect excuse to get drunk,
as if lately I've needed one.
It was the perfect excuse to buy bullets,
for the barrel of my favorite gun.
It was the perfect way to show you
how it feels inside of me.
And the perfect way to find out
how it feels to set me free.
Reasons,
I keep looking for reasons.
I thought
that I had loved you.
I did the best I could.
Reasons,
I keep looking for reasons.
I lost the reason for me living.
And that just ain't no good.
I know that three's a crowded room.
But really,
this won't take long.
I want to meet the man,
help him understand what he did
when he broke up our home.
And I'll be going now to a place I know
is deep,
dark, and quiet.
Away from the pain and the undying
shame of me and my unfaithful wife.
Reasons,
I keep looking for reasons.
I thought
that I had loved you.
I did the best I could.
Reasons,
I keep looking for reasons.
I lost the reason for me living.
And that just ain't no good.
I lost the reason for me living.
And that just ain't no good.