Saturday, January 18, 2014

Find Myself Bawlin

I’m settin here bawlin by an old radio on another too hot afternoon
I’m still gettin these thoughts of slippin off, now and agin
But, I still aint got no notion tatake it out on nobody else

Lookin back I kin see all we really had musta been nethin
Now that you run off fer good I just got to face it at last
But all I can do is set here and sob a little, all ba ma self

Thought we was goin somewheres, but I’m settin here cryin
Aint having no violent thoughts, no sir, why did you ask?
Just found myself bawlin in this old trailer, onct agin

Got the blues from my momma wayfor she OD’d
Thought together was better, til you went away
Now I feel like it’s all just this like dark and dirty rain

Just seeing this or hearin that gets me all real sad, one more time
Reminds me ahow things were - and they didn’t work out then
So, once more everything all seems quite useless and dreary

Find myself bawling cause bein happy just seems so pathetic
But, I aint cryin for help so don’t send in no preachers
Just settin here whinin by myself, all alone once agin

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