Throwing Stones

Guess I'm foolish
Guess I'm stupid
Guess I'm something more than your used too

I guess I'm open
Oh yes I'm gorgeous
But maybe little acne infested

Oh yes I'm worthless
Oh yes I'm useless
Yes I'm gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous

I'm gone
I am home
I am gone
I am home
I'm back home

I'll fire all my guns
With my shoes off
It won't make it complicated
If it doesn't infect your mind
I'll end up somewhere pure in a church with men
Men who throw the first stone baby
Knocking down my door

They say I'm cynical
They say I'm empty
They say my whiskey bottles will come back to haunt me
But I'm a little bit older now
I'm a little bit colder still
I'm a little bit over it over it over it

You stupid bastard can't you see
If it's not you and it's not him
If its not you and its not him
Then it must be me
It must be me
It must be me so I will leave now

I'll throw the first stone
I'll throw the first stone baby
Will that make it easy baby
I'll throw the first stone
Will not complicate it
I'll throw the first stone
Will that make it easy for you



Credits
Writer(s): Kam Jennings
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