I don’t care about my marriage
I don’t care about the kids
I don’t care who I hurt
And I don’t care what I did
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care how much she loved me
I don’t care about her pain
I don’t care if she gets lonely
I don’t care if she’s sane
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
I don’t care about my daughter
I don’t care bout my son
Growin up without a daddy
Never hurt me none
It’s time to have a bottle
It’s time to have some fun
It’s time to find a woman
And forget the things I done
It’s time to hit the honky tonks
It’s time for me to run
Always blowin Back and forth I’m just a crazy weathervane It ain’t no mystery That I’m the one to blame I’d love to hang around And help to Cool your pain But I can’t take Another day It’s time to catch a train
You gave more Than I deserve I poured it down a drain Good thing I always Had the sense To know that I’m insane
Can I hurt you
And not hurt me?
Now it makes me sad
While you’re full of glee
But if an hour ago
You were bleeding from a barb
I carelessly injected
Years ago
Or maliciously flung
Yesterday
Am I bleeding for you
Now
Or tearing at my own scabs
Because I wish to feel?
If there’s no metaphysical connection
And nothing transcends
Is psychic pain just self pity?
Condemned to four dimensions
And the confines of my skin
Never able
To let anybody in
