A Self-Inflicted Wound to My Non-Dominant Hand
Rough recording for critique at guiatarnoise.com's Sunday Song Writers Group
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Story behind the song
I started writing this song shortly after I stabbed myself in the thumb while trying to open a jar of chili powder. I never thought that "6 hours in a hospital waiting room" + "two stiches" = "song", but here it is.
Lyrics
Losing you isn't all that I can think about
There's lots of room in my mind for things to run around
And like the song says, I ain't missing you
Sometimes I miss a body lying next to me
Sometimes I miss a butt to fill the passenger seat
But I digress, I ain't missing you
Loving you was like a self-inflicted wound
Broken up, you tend to overestimate
Torn up, I don't think so, you don't mean that much
You only cut as deep as I let you in
As you can see, the wound really isn't all that deep
A deeper cut from a cooking accident last week
I'm bleeding but, a few stitches, I'll be good as new again
Losing you was like a self-inflicted wound
You asked me to hold you
I held you at arm's length all the while
You asked me to look into
Your deep, expectant, hope-filled eyes
You asked me to love you
I gave back the hand you placed in mine
Cut myself when I waved goodbye
Hey you, you'll do, just took my bandage off today
Empty handed ever since, but for some scars you'll never see
Now I've been waiting for somebody just like you
So place you hand in my non-dominant hand
A wedding band? Sure thing, a ring around is good enough
You'll only cut as deep as I let you in
Loving you is like a self-inflicted wound
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