Charlie's Creek - Bored Nothing

You’d pick me up in that same silver car

We’d camp by the road and look up at the stars

And in the morn' i’d shave in the side mirror

And we’d laugh «how'd we get to be here?»

And i’d smell my own past

In each blade of the grass

The window would break with my hand wrapped up tight

In an old shirt i’d found then i’d let you inside

And oh the colours of my faded youth

From all the years that i wish i’d known you

And the house would expand

With each brush from your hand

There’s wine in the pantry so we’d drink what was there

Then we’d lie on the floor blowing smoke through our hair

And we’d ponder how every thing’s fucked

And maybe promise to both kill ourselves

And i’d listen hard

To each word you discard

I would forget to be sad all the time

And you would forget how you fucked up your life

And how your husband’s not home half the time

And you never take time out to write