Annuals
Bleary-Eyed
Green-leaf dawn implies something sweet in mind.
But it's still your fingers in my back pocket.
Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall, and why I run from the walls.
Critters by the litter come gushing out my eyes, like fears yet worth the fright.
So, pour me a drink, and I'll spill this dark ink.
I'll tell you it's all for you, but it ain't it's just my way of coping with this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, it's just my way of coping with this bleary-eyed baby girl, dying on my kitchen floor.
[But it ain't it's just my way of coping with this bleary-eyed baby girl.
Well, it's just my way of coping with this bleary-eyed baby girl, dying on my kitchen floor.]
From Letras Mania