I actually started this one in the late 90’s. I came up with the chorus lyrics, melody and chords, but struggled to come up with verses. I came back to it on and off in subsequent years. I dug it out again a couple weeks ago and got the verses done. Of course, it’s just a draft, I might change them.
You Dug Your Grave
by Rob Roper 2nd Draft July 5, 2013
Verse 1
Red and blue lights
on top of white cars
Neighbors are gathering
in their front yards
You make excuses
No charges will be pressed
Tonight I’ll sleep on your couch
And tomorrow
He’ll be back in your bed
Verse 2
Every time it happens
you seem so surprised
but what did you expect
from these kind of guys?
You’re like a drunk who can’t quit
So I’m learning not to care
The next midnight call
I won’t be there
Chorus
You made your bed
Now lie in it
You dug your grave
Now die in it
Verse 3
In your twisted sexuality
I’m a friend you don’t kiss
I’m wasting my time here
I get nothing out of this
You like the tough boys
So more blood will spill
You don’t want to change
So I will
I will
(Chorus)
(Repeat Chorus)
I changed two lines in the last verse. The line, “You like the tough boys” always bugged me, because it was stating the obvious. A violation of the songwriter’s mantra, “show me, don’t tell me.”. So I replaced that line and the next one with two lines of imagery. Here’s the new last verse:
In your twisted sexuality
I’m a friend you don’t kiss
I’m wasting my time here
I get nothing out of this
No more talking to the cops
No more hospital stays
You don’t wanna change
So I will, I will