I Wrote This Song for You (And All I Got Was This Lousy Resentment)

All my life, disappointed in
The men I've called my own
Choose to trust, choices feel thin
You get used to it, I suppose
Your free will, exercised
In a circus like display
Character; developed from
A father's lacking of

Here I am
Eroded by the weather
Hope you're feeling better
Pile it on
Put it on my shoulders
Watch me throw it over
Accomplishing all that you could not

Called in sick, I get it
Once upon a time, the speed had me beat
The pack of needles you keep put away
For a rainy day
Your next run, the next impulse
Falling asleep at the road
Don't worry if you can't pay the rent
You'll always have your green sugar under your tongue

Here I am
Eroded by the weather
Hope you're feeling better
Pile it on
Put it on my shoulders
Watch me throw it over
Accomplishing all that you could not



Credits
Writer(s): Ashlee Nunley
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