A song I wrote about my dad a year or so ago who recently passed. R.I.P. Dad |
Put down the bottle And pick up your brain I can smell your breath From a mile away Watch how you look at me, The things that you say I might be here now, But that doesn't mean I'll stay I've been heartbroken Wide open For everyone to see I've been not good enough all my life And that's not good enough for me If I'm not good enough Then put me in my place I know i'm not good enough So say it to my face Don't lock up all your thoughts Give them to me straight Like the liquor that you drink I don't like being sober Because when I am I can think Think that I'm not good enough Do you see this? You're hiding behind a mask And yet you still bleed From all of the broken glass Still you walk Down you're liquidated path To deal with you Requires more patience than what I have I've been heartbroken Wide open For everyone to see I've been not good enough all my life And that's not good enough for me If I'm not good enough Then put me in my place I know I'm not good enough So say it to my face Don't lock up all your thoughts Give them to me straight Like the liquor that you drink I don't like being sober Because when I am I can think Think that I'm not good enough Go ahead and down another Maybe you'll get a little number I'm not dealing with emotions gone wrong I'm not going to take the beatings so you can feel strong I'm not good enough? Oh well, I've heard it all before You're filled with alcohol and material glamour |