my baby said he'd never leave me.
i thought i never could.
thought he'd always see me
the way that he should.
but the days are gettin warmer.
and his feet are growin cold.
i know he's a charmer
and alone i'll grow old.
i said good bye to my favorite lover.
he took a gun to his head.
the nights have grown so much longer
since he is gone and dead.
i thought i found a reason
in this old sweater of mine
instead i found a season
and this stupid little rhyme.
and its well passed midnight
and it's like i've been doing time
sitting here with my computer light
and trying to stop this cryin
could you drink just one sip with me
twirl me in a line
tell me your sweet stories
and i will keep on tryin...
(baby i've got the blues)
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