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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 © | Year Posted 2006




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