I got a cruel, cruel man, he makes me lay down and cry.
Oh, I got a cruel, cruel man, y’see, makes me lay down and cry.
And I can’t see the world around, salt tears falling from my eyes.
And I drank to drown the pain, but the pain learned how to swim.
Yes, I drank to drown the pain, but that damn pain learned how to swim.
And now that I’ve raised up my head, can’t get out of this trouble I’m in.
And I know I should stay away, but I can’t stop sniffing round that door.
I know I should stay away, but I keep on sniffing round that same old door.
My brain tells me, girl stay outta there, but my heart keeps bringing me back for more.
And I catch myself staring in the mirror, wondering what’s wrong with me.
Yes, I catch myself staring into the mirror, wondering what the hell is wrong with me.
And then I think to myself if its him or me that’s just, just too blind to see.
This is an excercise in classic aab blues style. The lyrics themselves were vaguely inspired by 1) my love life, 2) The Diary of Frida Kahlo, and 3) a song I once heard played on a shiny steel guitar by a man who looked like he knew what he was talking about.