Haven't
This one is very much the "teen of the '90s" Kurt Cobain, Chris Cornell, Layne Staley that lives in my head. It's not nihilistic; it just is what it is. No chorus. For me, it's just acoustic between verses. Though the last line of each verse does pick up in inflection and tempo, so maybe that counts.
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Haven't wrote a song in 'bout three years
And not one that'd rate in double that
Haven't loved a woman since the last one thieved my soul
And cast it down below and just walked out
Haven't made a drink that I ain't tried
And I try to try most all the time
Haven't slept a quiet night since in the blues they walked
But as far as you're concerned, say I'm just fine
Haven't let the sunshine touch this skin
Moon's bathed me well pale pretty near
Haven't seen a mirror since I forgot my face
But I can't stop the shakes long 'nough to fear
Haven't let one come over the wall
The bricks fortify my strength tenfold
Haven't dropped my weapon since I picked up my rue
A frail, sore arm suggests I'm gettin' old
Haven't heard her voice inside my head
Can't tell if that is bad or good
Haven't seemed to need it; I can fail all by myself
Spend most time thinking that I probably should
Haven't spoke to friends I had those days
Not sure how many might be dead
Haven't cared to care much, 'bout me or anyone
I'd just rather be alone instead
© Brian Hendrix 2020