Guilt Trip

Mouth
Shirt
Eyes that say, 'so what?'
Now
Are you leaving town?
Again?
I ain’t got no money
No one calls me, honey
I don’t need nobody (na na na)
I laugh at my own jokes (ha ha ha)
I ain’t got no curry
But I got a cold beer
And my guitar writing (wa wa wa)
Lost all love
My problems still
They wanna solve 'em
Keep them busy for the ()
Open up and say blah