Come the end of this June I’m gonna leave this city for good. I’m gonna black out all of the pages I wrote and move on to some better ages, I hope
Do what I can to forget about you cuz your love un-made me You loved me so fine in fact that all it really did was fuck me up real bad
I don’t know ’bout what I did possess that got me so obsessive I gotta know all about your new squeeze I gotta know does he call you monkey? I gotta know does he nibble at your hip-bone? does he call you beautiful? does he think you’re beautiful?
Does he actually know You’re beautiful more so?
I sure hope so…..
I’ve been so tired these days with loggin’ late night sessions So uninspired these days I hardly even try to write my own progressions
It’s not that easy not to feel sorry for myself because honest to God I do believe this could be me throwin’ away the best thing that I ever got.
So please don’t kick me if I ever come crawlin’ back My money says I’m never gonna but with you I’d like to play on the safe side