One of the lingering feelings surrounding my mom's death is guilt. In my better days, I know I did my best. On my not-so-great days, I am destroyed by all the things I could have done better. Guilt is not a productive emotion...it's just a reminder of what a shitty person you are with no gentle, redeeming reminder of how to be better. This is my first attempt at telling grief to fuck off. LYRICS:
1. you really got ahold on me ooh, you sink your teeth are you ever gonna give me relief or do i gotta pry myself free CHORUS you're wearing out your welcome i don't pretend to know where you really belong i'm sorry for giving you the wrong impression but guilt get gone 2. you really set a still steel trap you and i go way way way back are you ever gonna lift that latch don't you know i got a life to catch CHORUS
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