Not Much To Say
I don't have much to say about nothing
I would sing of my broken heart
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
It never gave me the chance to start
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
I don't like the bed I'm making
I don't much like the look of me
I spend a lot of my time crying
About the people on tv
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
I'm too tired today
Your revolutions your dreams to change the world
Will have to wait
I'm under the covers and that's where I'll be hiding
'Til my demons are gone, gone, gone
I don't have much to say about nothing
And I would sing of my broken heart
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
But poor heart ain't never been broken
My poor heart ain't never been broken
My poor heart ain't ever been broken
It never gave me the chance to start
It never gave me the chance to start
I never let nobody break my heart
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
It never gave me the chance to start
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
I would sing of my broken heart
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
It never gave me the chance to start
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
I don't like the bed I'm making
I don't much like the look of me
I spend a lot of my time crying
About the people on tv
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
I'm too tired today
Your revolutions your dreams to change the world
Will have to wait
I'm under the covers and that's where I'll be hiding
'Til my demons are gone, gone, gone
I don't have much to say about nothing
And I would sing of my broken heart
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
But my poor heart ain't never been broken
But poor heart ain't never been broken
My poor heart ain't never been broken
My poor heart ain't ever been broken
It never gave me the chance to start
It never gave me the chance to start
I never let nobody break my heart
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
Not much to say
(Don't have much to say about nothing)
It never gave me the chance to start
The flowers in my hair
Have died and gone to hell
The roses that I used to be coming up are gone
Gone, gone, gone
Credits
Writer(s): Allie Smith
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