About being in a funk.
what can I say that has not yet been said
and where can I go that my heart hasn't led
when faced with the truth let it go to my head
and it hurt but at least it's an answer
and who is this one that I've wanted to date
yesterday's leftovers still on my plate
coming to grips with the fact that he's late
and he's probably out with that dancer
and when will I have what that other girl's got
love for a lifetime, guess this is my lot
I've scared off a few with the end to this plot
how those mystery dates made me shiver
and who is this person that I have become
sometimes just lazy and snapping my gum
I've tried to be smarter, perhaps I'm just dumb
but I'm all that I've got to deliver
I wish I could know what was driving me on
roll down the window, I'm somebody's song
caught on the breeze that the wind blows along
with the fragrance of old summer days
so why all the longing, when now is enough
precious and sweet are your words off the cuff
I'm happy to have you to read all this stuff
while the worlds smallest violin plays
"Oh he might come, but he will go
and I can't follow, I'm too slow
but I can sing a song I know,
it's called 'My soul Needs Patching'
bring me something, I don't care
chocolate eggs or Tupperware
play me stuff which can't compare
with what my minds been hatching"
2 comments:
Wish I could bring you a warm mug of chocolate comfort.
Aw, Thanks, LGS. That would hit the spot
about now. It's pretty cold in New Jersey!
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