some bad words

In the stillness and my sleepy eyes i wonder if you pass me by

In the hope i may think of you, or wonder who’s walking by

From the pawn shops to art galleries, i look for things to make me think of you

Hoping i will forget those thrift store promises that made me blue

On any rainy cold night i may be here still, wandering the streets like a drunk

Hoping i may pass you by, just to say some bad words

Dinner for two at some fancy restaurant, or your brother yelling at me to go home

It was all the same, you were just a pain, but it’s awful fun to be so mad and mean

Oh, i drove by our favorite spot yesterday, that big old tree by the riverside

I wished i’d had an axe, i’d chop the damn thing down