Letra
Ver letra con acordes
Asual acquaintances because time just won?t allow
I can see their disappointed faces in the crowd
Beauty is the Lure trouble at the rod
I don?t need another chicken in the pot
I seem to always find myself wondering how I?m here again
I can never clear a space without some mess finding its way in
People love to talk until they?re finally sure I?m somewhat interested
I spend my time wondering how they can?t tell I?m not listening
No I?m not listening
Too many things to do with nothing good to say just more clouds on a sunny day
Liquor is the Lure trouble at the rod
Tell myself one more then I hit the rock