Vices stand accused because the years keep passing.
And I’m letting them get away.
There’s no target audience that ever could relate
unless they’re in a certain kind of pain.
years ago I used to dream about a masterpiece
that i’m afraid now i just can’t create
I can only tell the truth so many ways without the blues
without the blues things are just never looking up
I can only sing the blues so many times about the truth
unless it’s real then it could never hurt like love.
People talkin shit. I Just sit there listening.
At least some things get better with time
I’m finding out more of what I can’t change with each day that goes by
So if your hands are tied then so are mine
