Woorden: Kim Richey. Bitter Sweet. I Know.

I should be getting some sleep I try and I try
But I can't keep from picking apart everything that we said
Yeah, I shouldn't be running this maze trying so hard to find a way to
Raise up the dead

I should fix the lock, feed the cat
Take the clothes to the laundromat
Pay some bills, and get a clue
Get up, forget about you, I know, I know

Well I shouldn't be spinning my wheels
Just to see how bad it feels, just to see how far I won't go
I should be breaking this chains not dragging them round
Just to feel the pain, never should've taken this road

I should fix the lock, feed the cat
Take the clothes to the laundromat
Pay some bills, and get a clue
Get up, forget about you, I know, I know
Yeah, I know but I can't let go

I should fix the lock, feed the cat
Count my blessings, all of that
Get a grip and get a clue
Get up and forget about you I know, I know
Yeah, I know but, I can't let go, I can't let go