In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Friday, November 30, 2012
my mind off of you
I drink the Irish whiskey
I swallow the Old Crow
I straighten out a paper clip
and attempt to scrape a bowl
there's beer in the icebox
pour myself a bitter brew
but nothing is getting
my mind off of you
I took a couple pills
to see if I could fall asleep
cloneazepam and antivan
should put me in deep
I called my backstreet buddies
but there's nothing they can do
they're just in the way of getting
my mind off of you
I am sinking
from too much thinking
I should be drinking
all my tragedies away
maybe tomorrow
all my blues will disappear
that ol' sun will be shining
and my head will be clear
but right now sleep is just a dream
that refuses to come true
there ain't no way of getting
my mind off of you
there ain't no way of getting
my mind off of you
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