It's Not You, It's Me

Never for a second thought

I'd be standing here

Delivering news to you

The sum of all your fears

As I watch all of the anguish

That I have surely caused

I pray that one day you'll know

I didn't want this all along.

Don't say you're not good enough

This isn't how it should be

I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused

Believe me, it's not you, it's me.

Degrade Me

Happy lies, truth hurts 

Degrade me a little more

Hey, man, whatever works

For you, and yours

It's so easy to point the finger at me

Say it so much that I believe

All my fault and none of yours

Degrade me a little more

Catch 22

Upset that I upset you

There's a downside to every little thing I do

Choose this or that

Either way I'm screwed
Definition, Catch 22

Dream

Open windows wind blows in

In the arms of my best friend

Still not believing pinch my skin

I love you

And you say you say you love me too

Strangest part is I believe every word you say

Days filled with my wildest dreams

Smiling for the little things 

Time flies by on together days

Whine To The Moon

Wish to the stars,

Whine to the moon

Be hopeful for tomorrow 

Will be here all too soon.  

When you think things are so bad

Be thankful for what you've got

Cuz the air that's in your lungs

For someone else is not. 

Southern Home

Somewhere below the mason Dixon line

Heavy heated souls of Southern design

Glad to be back here, breathing in that Alabama air 

Simple comforts soothed me 

Once upon a time when I hailed from there.

Catch it now in glimpses, what is like to know you're home

Wake up in Alabama,

Southern sounding song.

Crazy Blues

I don't want to feel this

No time to give to Miss Crazy

And speaking of the miss

I haven't really missed her lately.

She's been gone, you see,

Long left aloof and lost in misery.

Floating away on a manic breeze

Like I'm in remission from her disease.

Oh father forgive me, I have sinned.

And here we go again,

Over and over on and on and on

I sing this song, you can call it the blues

But I'll dub it a shade of gray.

Just fighting to find the way,

Gotta first find the will

You must know exactly how I feel

Walkin round in my shoes. 

Skipping record spins the blues.