Blue Crayon (Melted Again)

The blue crayon melted again
In the back of my suburban
I think it's gonna leave a stain
Oh boy how I feel the pain

Of this Texas weather

I dropped my Rolex down the drain
How I hoped it would float upstream
Now Rolex you've done me in
Cause my time is running thin

Like that blue blue crayon

I think I tripped up again
It doesn't feel like I can win
Like a stick on a dead ole horse
I've been thrown off my course

Had a dream and to be frank
It was all the things that I hate
Running through an open field
While fire rained on my heels

It was red red hot

I got a splinter in my hand
Found it digging in the sand
Never knew til it was too late
The sharp deal had placed its stake

Deep down in my finger

I think I tripped up again
It doesn't feel like I can win
Like a stick on a dead ole horse
I've been thrown off my course

I think I tripped up again
It doesn't feel like I can win
Like a stick on a dead ole horse
I've been thrown off my course



Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Stevens
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