My tea‘s gone cold I‘m wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can‘t see at all
And even if I could it‘ll all be grey,
put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it‘s not so bad,
it‘s not so bad..
My tea‘s gone cold I‘m wondering why I..
got out of bed at all
The morning rain clouds up my window..
and I can‘t see at all
And even if I could it‘ll all be grey,
put your picture on my wall
It reminds me, that it‘s not so bad,
it‘s not so bad..
Dear Slim, I wrote but you still ain‘t callin
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not-a got ‘em
There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin
Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ‘em
but anyways; fuck it, what‘s been up? Man how‘s your daughter?
My girlfriend‘s pregnant too, I‘m bout to be a father
If I have a daughter, guess what I‘ma