Trudging Lyrics

Every eighth bar, I gotta stop

Wipe off a tear, pull up my top

All of my new photos make me look old

All of my old photos looking so bold

Back in the day, backed the wrong horse

Doors held wide open were par for the course

I thought it was my personality

Not there's no invites for afternoon tea

Trudging along. Like a lost and lonely pup

Take off my war paint. Tonight I've had enough

Take off my armour, discard it on the floor

Curl in a ball and nestle by the door

Back in the day, all of my drinks,

Bought by some guy with statistical winks

Now all my drinks, bought by myself,

Going home early to sit on my shelf

Trudging along. In the cold October rain

Puddles of pity from my own inflicted pain

Soaked to the bone. Is it rain or is it tears

Trudging along, through the autumn of my years

All of those years, coast on my looks

Getting hit on 'stead of hitting the books

Least now I see a bit of a plus

No sexual lies or guys calling me slut

More time to cook. More time to clean

More time to kill with those times in between

Bitter and old. Words that are strong

No hand to hold as your trudging along

Trudging along, but getting up each day

Put on my war paint, tonight I'll get my way

Climbing the ladders in your tights will right the wrongs

Childhood is skipping, but old age is trudging along