So Much For The Blues

Yeah, It’s Tuesday night and we’re at it again
No, I don’t wanna talk and I don’t wanna make amends
I’d rather just lay here alone trapped in my head
and make you think that there’s something left unsaid

I ain’t even all that sad but I’ll play the part
Just another sundress serenade suffering for my art
and maybe find a little bit of meaning in your broken heart

      CHORUS
      So pick my head up off the floor
      and throw my ass back out the door
      To find your heart ain’t nothing more than a girl you’re bound to lose
      For this goddamn empty bed
      And all those voices in my head
      To keep me company instead of you 


I wish I could write a song like Townes Van Zandt
Then I could be a son of a bitch and no one would give a damn
I’d just keep telling myself that no one understands

      CHORUS

      So much for the blues
      So much for the blues
      So much for the blues
      So much for the blues 



(words and music by James Wilson)
copyright 2009 Joey S Arm Publishing