A Minor The first song I ever wrote

A-minor: Copyright © 2006-2015 Wendell Sweet

Verse One:

I spend most of my time filling the holes in my head. Sitting in this cell thinking about the life I’ve led. It’s all free food and therapy, but I may as well pay for something I can see…

This room has a view but all I really wanna do is talk to you… It’s been so long… How could that be wrong?

Everything we had was based on sex money and lies. When you left you took it all… Nothing to keep but alibis…

Hook One:

What you took don’t amount to much, but I was never fixed in this world anyway… I was just sitting there waiting on a bus for the next… May as well take my time, I got… Plenty of it… Sometimes it runs late… But I ain’t entertaining offers while I wait.

Verse Two:

Listen… I Just want to make this right before I go. Pay my bill or at least knock it down, I don’t know. I wish I could set us free from what we’ve done, but I figured it out, I ain’t the only one…

Anyway, I ‘m just learning to walk before I fall again. I’ve been working on change, cleaning up some of this sin, but what’s the good in change… If the world’s still strange. Where’s the sense in being me, if what I was is all you see?

Couldn’t stand up kept falling down and that little ball keeps spinning around… All keeps falling apart around me… you say, It will be what it will be…

Hook Two:

I could never tell you nothin’ real. It was all about me all of the time. It was easier to hide the way I feel, like you were talking on my dime. I used to believe it was easier to hold it all inside… I never gave you anything… And I know how hard you tried…

Spoken:

The snow is falling softly, probably turn to rain later… Sky looks that way… The air has that taste.

The wind gusts hard as I step in from the cold… Feels like something familiar, but I haven’t got it placed.

I find my way to the small corner table I knew would be there… Cast in shadows, but what are shadows for…

And there you are, where you never were, and I find myself wishing I could touch your hand, like I could before…

But I know it’s just a dream, I can’t touch you anymore. It’s raining in my mind, I can’t reach you anymore. And if I could I’d write this whole damn thing away… But all I can do is dream… It’s another rainy day…

Verse Four:

I spend too much time watching the clock on the wall… You know, sometimes it doesn’t seem to move at all… All keeps stacking up… Cut’s into the emptiness that fills up this cup…

And that bus is still running behind and sometimes I get so tired of standing here looking stupid… What the hell was I hoping to find… anyway.

Thought about hoping a train… Getting there quicker… But thinking like that only makes me sicker… It’s like my life is stuck in A Minor or something… I don’t know what to do about it, but I know I gotta do something…

Hook Four:

But I could never tell you nothin’ real… And I ain’t sayin’ nothin new… It was easier to hide the way I feel… Can you see it the same way too? If we never really had it, what was it you pretended… Was it over long before us or only started once it ended?

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