Lyrics
you say you're going down to the store
but i know you ain't cming back no more
i won't let tears come to these eyes
because your leaving ain't no surprise
i go down to the corner bar
i walk cuz i know it ain't that far
i should be pining over shit thats been said
but i got a full bottle and an empty head
i don't know why trouble always seem to find me
i guess its just my style
and i think of all the good times and they tend to remind me
and bring me to smile
screw all of you who say my style ain't true
you can all just leave me alone
cuz i got a style that can sing and i can strum these strings
and i can handle the microphone
smoke give me red eyes
and i am so surprised
at how high we've become
i know that you are tweaked
comatose can't speak
so a soothing melody i will strum.
