Woke up with a war in my head, An old mans grumble And an extra space in the bed And if ol John Prine can not sing the next line Bout something that can make me smile
Gonna have be content To stare at yer baby photos til it makes some sense Were you ever mine anyway Speak up as I drop away
I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times I just can not add up the sums to find the damage weve done
I fell for you like a dog from a tree Keep a straight stitched face As the ground makes a bed for me I keep my eye where I fell, sends no replies
You can run so long from sadness That you are never at home for the fun I can not make excuses For the short hand abuses Thank God it aint a Sunday night
I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burnt six thousand minds, sorry for all times I just can not add up the sums to find the damage weve done
I wrote down what I think on the head of a matchstick Wrote it all short and sweet, all that made sense to me burning out in the lights, sorry for all times I just can not see how it comes the damage weve done the damage weve done the damage weve done
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