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Beside Me I Dreamed I Stopped Smoking Might as Well Saturday Evening Down in Verdun
Car Keys Id Rather Walk Old Man Santo Spill Yer Guts
Carla I Tried Old Mutt Murphy Ten Years Younger
Couldnt We Joes Report from the AfterLife Perpetual Motion Water & Stone
Flower of the middle Class   Rosy Rear View When I was a Young Man

       

Might As Well

Might As Well

 

I might as well be drinking, as to feel this way

Might as go out, blow off the rest of the day

I'm sick and tired, of my company

I need to put some distance, between myself and me

 

I feel absurd, my vision's blurred, my fingers feel like wood

My attention span's doing what it can, I wish I understood

What I'm supposed to do here, don't want to sit and whinge

Unproductive self-pity, it only makes me cringe

Just thinking about thinking, seems like a bit of a wank

I couldn't break these walls down, if I had a tank

 

I might as well be sober, if booze won't get me off

I rolled up a reefer, it only made me cough

There ain't no substance that I could abuse

That could get me out of, my own two shoes

 

I feel absurd, my vision's blurred, my fingers feel like wood

My attention span's doing what it can, I wish I understood

What do I have to add to my recipe?

When I add two & two, all I get is three.

 

Patrick Hutchinson © 1996 SOCAN

       
       

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