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.]