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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