j. lewis, the spares
You just sit there at the table with the paper
Cardinals won again, the market's still the same
If you've noticed things have changed
Then look into my eyes
But you won't take the time to try and make me stay
So I'm trading in my apron for these cigarettes
You'll learn to live without me when I'm gone
People like to tell me how much I'll regret it
But it feels good to feel nothing at all
My eyes are dull from looking up above me
And my arms are getting weak from holding on
I've been praying now for years
For any proof that I'm alive
I can't stay here when my hope for change is gone
There are days when the loneliness is so heavy
That I can't get out of bed
What I'm longing for is just a little relief
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