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 to understand
What he did when he broke up our home

And I'll be going now to a place I know
That's deep, dark and quiet
Away from 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

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Writer(s): Adamson Stuart