A song i wrote inspired by the series 11-22-63. Hope you like it! Verse 1: chrissy cut me open with some tools i made myself. I fashioned from her mind and soul, and left them on her shelf. It came without no effort as she aimed right for my heart. And i watched myself bleed out as the curtain...

Verse: well my baby's got my number. Got me wrapped around her thumb. So i asked her what i could do, to make her true; and she just smiled and said, boy your best ain't good enough. Verse: well my loving ain't that tender. It's been broke too much before. So i called her late one night,...