Pull my legs from under me
where's this gonna go?
Half and half is nowhere close to what
I have in mind,
lying stoned and on the apartment couch,
sitting with you
you burnt-out little flower. We'll probably
hate ourselves in the morning,
then again,
we may not even remember it at all,
such is our fate.
You lye on your back, your b*****s rise and
fall with every given breath,
what ever happened to the broken-hearted
blues? I'm sitting here wasted,
and blown out my mind,
a girl is lying on my couch,
she's beautiful...but she's not you.
I miss you, this is no longer my life,
you hijacked my love that morning sunday
on the couch she lies on in your place,
You have moved away,
howling winds have dumbed me down
my hands have gotten tight,
God I want to kiss her,
but I can't get you out of my head,
God d**n these cursed blown-out blues
and my dull-minded doldrums.
I guess we'll see where the morning finds me.
So it is that I sit in your place,
the girl come and gone
where to, I haven’t a clue,
something about buying more grass.
So I sit down and blow more smoke
And wait for dawn’s laughing face
To leer from the horizon.
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