Naming It After a Thing Women Go Through Really Narrows It Down

Your grandeur always makes me laugh
talking of being God and other important issues
I ain’t got a guitar to speak of
but you’ll find a way, you’ll find a way to
help me help myself

In the recess of our conversation
you’ll be taking those grey photos
I’ll be smoking in the sunset
What’s that honey? Gotta take your meds?
Gotta find me a girl to hurt me

It hurts to swallow.... your pride
when the hair-dye just ain’t setting
Joke about horses and throat infection
You’re a catch for an acquired taste
or just a conversation about ex-girlfriends

So, when I look for some peace
when I wear the tears of a clown
Naming it after a thing women go through
really narrows it down

Written much today? Nope I ain’t depressed
Yeah, I am asking about your boyfriend
I ain’t gonna cut myself to shred, woo baby
That’s my word, that’s my word
I ain’t letting you borrow it, oh no

Maybe I was too late
or you were too early

So, when I look for some peace
when I wear the tears of a clown
Naming it after a thing women go through
really narrows it down

The End

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