Whoa is Me - Grieves

I don’t wanna talk about it

Or get it off my back

I don’t wanna dance around the subject

You and I both know better than that

I tried to make the best of it

But in the end it didn’t really mean much

Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano

Breathing in the dust

My dog died

«When you were six!»

Really?

I guess I’ve never gotten over it

Dark cloud constantly hovering over me

I’ve been a bad seed ever since the ovaries

Momma looked at me and told me what it was

Said boy’s got a shadow big enough to block the sun

When it’s all said and done, I’m comfortable and numb

To the fact that I’m constantly sweating under the gun

But it’s worth it, ain’t it?

My friends think I’m famous

My manager wants to put his foot inside of my anus

Haven’t got a decent night’s sleep now in ages

And all I got to show is empty loose-leaf pages

It piles up but that’s the life that I’m used to

Pressing up against the knife with a loose screw

Sing the blues and everybody assumes you could use

A little old-fashioned, down home talking to

I don’t wanna talk about it

Or get it off my back

I don’t wanna dance around the subject

You and I both know better than that

I tried to make the best of it

But in the end it didn’t really mean much

Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano

Breathing in the dust

My truck broke

«You ride the bus!»

Well it never showed up and it really sucked

Storm water constantly filling my cup

Been a hot mess ever since I was just a pup

Papa looked at me and told me what it is

Said boy’s got a weight on his shoulders no one can lift

Tried a couple times and honestly I admit it’s a bitch

But I kind of appreciate what it did cause it’s worth it

Yeah?

The world gets a laugh but my girl’s telling me I

Could benefit from a quack

Haven’t got a moment in forever-and-a-half, and they wonder why I’m drinking

like a pirate in a crashed ship

That’s it, no more no less

You should learn to be as comfortable with your mess

Sing the blues and everybody expects they could be the one to save you from the

depths

I don’t wanna talk about it

Or get it off my back

I don’t wanna dance around the subject

You and I both know better than that

I tried to make the best of it

But in the end it didn’t really mean much

Leave me with a fiddle, sitting by the piano

Breathing in the dust