Those Swollen Hand Blues

I can’t see the wood for the trees

Life is like a roller coaster

I can’t find the birds or the bees

Hope they’re down the back of my sofa

Feeling like a rolling stone

Playing the guitar on my own

I’m the apple of my eye

If only I could keep myself sober i’d remind myself why

They stare at me wherever I go

Why won’t everybody give up, no

I wish I learn to play piano

If only I could get myself sober for more then one day