Hold a Stone (10.4.24)

Promised myself I’d never write another song about you baby
Promised myself I’d never write again about you..
But I wasn’t really counting on my lucky stars
Or the pull on my strings of those 12 blue bars..
I wasn’t counting on anything (from you)…
Said to myself dont bother bother to think about him baby
Said to myself don’t even think about him
Bout you turning up (here)right out of my blues
With a bottle of wine and nothing left to lose
What was I..thinking?
Why do we ever.. count grains of sand
Infinity..drains thro empty hands…
Better keep a stone in your pocket
Better keep a stone in your pocket
Better hold a stone
Thought I’d never end up
dream dreaming bout this, baby
Thought I’d never sleep deep enough to dream
But it seems it seems I got it wrong
Forgot how to count it up - make the right sum
Seems I got it wrong…

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