Bleary Eyed - Annuals

Green-leaf dawn implies

Something sweet in mind

But it’s still your fingers in my back pocket

Makes me wonder why I sit here so tall

And why I run from the walls

Critters by the litter

Come gushing out my eyes

Like fears yet worth the fright

So, pour me a drink

And I’ll spill this dark ink

I’ll tell you it’s all for you

But it ain’t it’s just my way of coping

With this bleary-eyed baby girl

Well, it’s just my way of coping

With this bleary-eyed baby girl

Dying on my kitchen floor

[But it ain’t it’s just my way of coping

With this bleary-eyed baby girl

Well, it’s just my way of coping

With this bleary-eyed baby girl

Dying on my kitchen floor.]