Leave me the mess I’m in, this is the best
I am not a blues singer
I don't like to be
I wake up, my head is soft
The pillows hard, and
What would it take for me to convince you
Im not
So much for staying out of trouble, if I have
You're taking flowers from my gravestone,
I can feel your heavy
Every tree has your face
Though the water tried to erase
I don't like books, but I know you do
I walked
A hundred thousand fire flies lined up before me
And if
I've been trying to tell you that I don't know
She's slightly crooked but I like it for what's underneath
She
You've got to understand I don't have some kind of
If all was said between us just as we thought
how do we go halves in a dog or a
I don't know what we did last night, I hardly
