Too Many Blues Songtext / Lyric

I have many blues

But these are my main blues

'Cause of the things you do

I get these blues from you



If I could write a book

You'd burn and let it cook

If I could duck and hide

You would bite off my thigh






I got a collection

Of constant rejection

I try not to mention

Your bad intention



You don't have a cure

Your life is too secure

My life is still a blur

I didn't know what you were



But I'm happy to tell it

You probably smell it

Smoke from a burning pan

Where all my memories sent