Used to Say

There are stepping stones
And lilies in the garden
Moss and fallen leaves
And ivy too
With my hope I beg your pardon
With my loss I try to bargain
But I'm privy to the fact you see right through

This whole charade
This game that I play
Willing upon you
The hope you're gonna stay
Need a cool dark room
A place to lick my wounds
Sing the blues just like
Jerry used to say

Well there's a microphone
Right beneath my rib cage
A safe place my heart can hum a tune
This boy just wants a taste
Now I'm wasted and disgraced
Dumb luck I'd fall in love with you

Through this whole charade
This game that you play
Willing upon me the hope
I'll go away
Make me disappear
With your Etch-A-Sketch tears
Crack a beer and watch
Wonder years all day

Make no mistake
I'm resigned to my fate
Sinking with the ship
A but deeper every day
It's common place
For small talk pleasantries
I'm out on a limb
And you're out on the lamb
Again

This whole charade
This game that we play
Magicians who trick themselves
Everyday
Need a remedy
A somber melody
Like a box of rain
Or fields of strawberries



Credits
Writer(s): Rob Hardy
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