Curbside
Sitting on the curbside, waiting for your ride to come
Squinting' at the headlights, I call it home
Watching all the wheels spin, I come undone
Making me a bedside, this ain't no fun
Looking for the Bright-side, but I can't catch the sun
Putting on a good fight, but I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken bruised
Maybe I'm a shattered man, maybe I'm your bone getting chewed
They treat me like I'm Judas, it's all obligated abuse
Rid me of the nuisance, you're so obtuse
Sitting on a preconceived notion
Catching all the cock eyes, hearing all the puns
Watching all the wheels spin, I feel the shuns
Sitting at my bedside, picking off the crumbs
I'm Looking for the Bright side, but I can't catch the sun
Putting up a good fight, I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken brute
Tell me I'm a shattered man, so maybe I'm a nothin' with you
They treat me like a Judas, it's all obligated abuse
They say I was a nuisance, you're too obtuse
So maybe I'm clueless, it never really mattered much to me
I can get used to this, morons sees what they wanna see
I'm Healing all the bruises, I was never married to what you perceived
I ain't your judas, believe it wasn't me...
Squinting' at the headlights, I call it home
Watching all the wheels spin, I come undone
Making me a bedside, this ain't no fun
Looking for the Bright-side, but I can't catch the sun
Putting on a good fight, but I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken bruised
Maybe I'm a shattered man, maybe I'm your bone getting chewed
They treat me like I'm Judas, it's all obligated abuse
Rid me of the nuisance, you're so obtuse
Sitting on a preconceived notion
Catching all the cock eyes, hearing all the puns
Watching all the wheels spin, I feel the shuns
Sitting at my bedside, picking off the crumbs
I'm Looking for the Bright side, but I can't catch the sun
Putting up a good fight, I choose to run
They said that I was useless, they said I was broken brute
Tell me I'm a shattered man, so maybe I'm a nothin' with you
They treat me like a Judas, it's all obligated abuse
They say I was a nuisance, you're too obtuse
So maybe I'm clueless, it never really mattered much to me
I can get used to this, morons sees what they wanna see
I'm Healing all the bruises, I was never married to what you perceived
I ain't your judas, believe it wasn't me...
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Writer(s): John Corkery
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