She down on my socks. Getting ice for my scotch. Never bending my ear. Just chilling my beers. . She don't say much. She's cold to the touch. Sometimes it's rough.
It don't matter if I lose it's how I play the fool. Somewhere down the line it all got. Twisted, torn, and tossed and thrown away. And it all looks the same to me.
Don't it blow your mind?. Don't it blow your mind like the first time?. . Circle the voices in a crowded room. Plays in my head so out of time. Kill me with kindness never enough I find.
No one taught you how to sing the blues. And you only play the games that you lose. Can't even tie your own shoes. But I think you're alright. . Woke up in the morning on my own.