it's nine am
and the bills slide through the door
it's nine am
phone bill's on the floor
don't want to look at all the calls I made
begging you to come back, so afraid
to be alone
it's ten am
and my coffee is stone cold
it's ten am
hear the freight train roll
don't want to look at all the ways I failed
can't change the past no more, that boat's sailed
it's just too late
(CH)
there's been a hundred million love songs
about feeling blue
'bout cold rain falling
and feeling like a fool,
there's been a hundred million melodies
as sad as sad can be
violins sweetly playing
'if only' fantasies,
like my hundred million memories of you
it's one pm
I should get up from this chair
it's one pm
time to comb my hair
don't want to look at all the things I miss
no point in imagining no wish list
gotta move on
(CH)
there's been a hundred million love songs
about feeling blue
'bout cold rain falling
and feeling like a fool,
there's been a hundred million melodies
as sad as sad can be
violins sweetly playing
'if only' fantasies,
like my hundred million memories of you
like my hundred million memories of you
(c) 2006, V.L. Flawith (Socan, Ascap). All Rights Reserved.
