Autumn Days (My Secret Sin)
My forehead’s warm
But in my mind I’ll be okay
And I don’t know what else to say
Just thankful for another autumn day
Rose this morning
Sweating from head to toe
My bill’s been fed
It’s time to get the door
The phone rings twice
Looks like I’m gonna be tardy once again
Eyes blood shot
Just got over an appetite for gin
Matter in my eyes
I’m a casualty of laughs and cries
If the morning dew doesn’t melt the frost
Then anti freeze won’t pay the cost
Day by day
In a petal of dreams
I seem to lay
And even if the sun shined bright
I wouldn’t know what to say
Guess I’m thankful for another autumn day
It’s six past nine
And I don’t know
If my mind’s gonna outlast this wine
Push the door
Squint my eyes
There’s nothing more I adore
My face is not washed
And I can’t clear the picture in the fog
Early morning bug got squashed
I’m cold and shaky so I can’t make it off this log
My hairs not combed
And I can’t seem to think
Out of misery
And into life I can’t help but sink
Now my foreheads warm,
But in my mind I’ll be okay
Yet I don’t know what else to say
Just thankful for another autumn day
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2006
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