Not So Sure Lyrics - Messenger - Joe Pug

There was a time 

When I heard you 

Callin' out my name 

But these days 

I'm not so sure 

When the room went dark 

And your voice was gone 

I heard you all the same 

But these days 

I'm not so sure 

I knew I could remember 

Your bedroom and your touch 

But these days 

I'm not so sure 

Definitely was the word I used 

Far too much 

'Cause these days 

I'm not so sure 

I bummed expensive cigarettes 

I wrote John Steinbeck's books 

I undressed someone's daughter 

And then complained about her looks 

Stealin' was so easy then 

I wish that it still were 

Now as I pick my own pocket 

I know that these days 

I'm not so sure 

The church was my kitchen 

The world was my church 

But these days 

I'm not so sure 

The choirs I would listen 

Through briers I would search 

But these days 

I'm not so sure 

I sacrificed my sister 

I prayed my own soul to keep 

I told my dying father 

That a man should never weep 

Breathin' was so easy then 

I wish that it still were 

Now as the breeze just makes me colder 

I know that these days 

I'm not so sure 

So if you see me trippin' 

I've forgotten how to walk 

And I spend my days 

Wishin' after her 

My steps are without rhythm 

And her name is drawn in chalk 

'Cause these days 

I'm not so sure 

I drank my wine for breakfast 

Every mornin' I was born 

In the black, electric winter 

My back was always warm 

Sleepin' was so easy then 

I wish that it still were 

Now in my sleepless bedroom 

I know that these days 

I'm not so sure