...and counting...

11/25/2005

 
in a funk

i woke up on the right side
wasn't hard to see the bright side
i looked deep into the sunshine
held out my thumb
and hitched a ride

i was taking in the sights
i couldn't remember the nights
that i couldn't sleep

i was completely at ease
like a bag in a breeze
i was ready to take on
and paint the town

then someone hit my blindside
and took me down

now i'm acting a bit crochety
i offer no apology
only cause i don't know when i'll be
back to my old self

i want to be good to you
i know this serves as no excuse
i know i prove
myself to be a child

i just need to be alone
and to stay away from megaphones
because it's hard to watch my tone
when i get in such a funk

with fury i get drunk

i should be locked into a trunk

until i can overcome
this anger hangover