Weary - Lisa Marie Presley

So uneasy, lay your head

On those weary shoulders

I wanted to unburden them

But you wouldn’t let go

Too dirty to clean your hands

Too weary for sober

I was your prescription then

But the bottle ran out

Can you hear me now

While you sort it out

Don’t get hung up here

Let’s forgive each other

You can move on, dear

You can move on, dear

Too toxic for a cleanse

Too many sins for confession

I would’ve been your Priestess

But I tripped on my robe

Now all the honey’s in a hornet’s nest

And all the spiders, they spin their webs

Of all the colors that you knew they had

But you wanted to ignore

Can you hear me now

While you sort it out

Don’t get hung up here

I will always love you

You can move on, dear

You can move on, dear

You can move on, dear

You can move on, dear