I'm sorry that I brought it up

Baby please shut the fuck up.

What's the use of bringing up my hearts little aches
If baby you gonna bite me like peppery rattlesnake
And if I say you've done me wrong, then lord have mercy
cause a battered soul at the pearly gates is where I'm gonna be
gonna be, i beg you please
though, it was I who came to you I was expecting these
words from you, not from me
and if it wasn't bad enough
i'm sorry that I brought it up


What's the use of talking about me anyway
I'll bet the gamblers farm I'll regret anything I say
lets say I want to drop it baby, is that not adequate?
you want to hear my hands tap out, you need me to submit
for your own, conscience
making you feel better when your treating me like this
but it ain't, good enough
i aint sorry for what you done so baby shut the fuck up



I just shit this one out in 10 minutes so I can sleep. The only time I'll ever play this I'm sure. This was a midnight therapy and a guitar seems to be a better listener that some folks I know. I have a feeling I'll have some serious material coming real soon.