Some Sunday

Some Sunday

I think I have burned too many bridges

I lost my last friend

I betrayed too many lovers

I always said it would end

I ignored too many emotions

So I have none to lend

Standing with this face of stone

And this mind of clay

With this bottle of vodka in hand

It’s the only one who will stay

No one will talk to me

But then again what would I say

I’m thinking of my friends again

All those times we had

Thinking about all the girls again

And how we just made each other sad

I’m thinking about my life again

I’m starting to think I’m a fad

I guess people come and they go

You can take that for what it’s worth

I’ve been to a lot of doctors

I’ve felt left out since birth

No matter how hard I look

I don’t think I’ll find a place on this earth