My Misery
My Misery
Music and Lyrics by Matt Jenkins
copyright 2007
Now I ain't one for Sundays in the house of the Lord
Talking in circles making me bored
Lost control of my soul a million nights ago
I don't play dress up, I don't care about style
The last time I had a girl I wouldn't go the mile
Left and said Fuck You Shithead and I just laughed and smiled
I don't know much, but I know a bitch when I see her
And right know I'm looking at you
And you're looking at me too, wondering what to do
And all I know is that this ain't for me
It's time to put you out of my misery
Now I can't say I seen a kinder smile than yours
But that dagger behind your back has got me wondering what for
Now I ain't one to up and run until one of us is done
You claw at my eyes, pull out my hair
Before you know it we're naked on the stairs
Could it be more fun going to square one?
So fuck it, who cares?
I don't know much
But I know my baby when I see her
And right now I'm looking at you
You're looking at me too, Knowing what to do
All I know is that this must be for me
Baby come back to my misery
