Glad I Held My Tongue Glad I Held My Tongue by Erik Johnson
Your brother was off and I asked him what’s wrong and he bit off my head, and spit. I backed away slow and was ready to go and Then he said all that shit
I got really mad and thought of my dad who’d said much the same when he’s drunk And I started to fight and I thought that I might when he said that his heart had been sunk.
I’m glad I held my tongue girl, I’m glad I held my tongue. I’m glad I held my tongue girl, I’m glad I held my tongue.
He said you were gone and I dint know that, and it shot through my brain like a gun, you hit the rail and flipped the car and just like that, you were done.
Not sure if he loved you as much as I do, or will miss you and die deep inside, But I left him to mourn and laid on my horn, as I sat in my truck, and cried.
I’m glad I held my tongue girl, I’m glad I held my tongue. I’d’ve said a few things that were sure to sting and lost more than my girl who’s the One. Supporting Media:
