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Charlie Farley

Sick Of This Place

 

Sick Of This Place

(album: Hard Pills And Heartbreak - 2021)


I been running all around this town
A-drinking a-one-too-many's
No matter how hard I try
I can't wash down your memory
Yeah, I know, I gotta let it go
But I keep holding on
I'm sick of this place, place, place
All I see is your face, face, face
I'm sick of this place

Yeah, and everything about it
Every corner I turn, I run into another
Memory to drink down, then I'm over it
Like a bridge
I been sick of the sick feeling for a minute
But I kept giving in when you'd send me those sappy texts
I don't know what's coming for you
But I hope for me, happy's next (Yeah)
'Cause I been lacking that thing they say I should find
That they call happiness (Happiness)
Yeah, I been blessed
With the gift to put pen to paper and then vent
To relieve stress
But lately, I can't get this pen to get it off my chest
So I regress
And then pretend to make a little bit of progress
'Til my three year hiatus without alcohol
Has been pushed off the edge (Gone)
I don't go to sleep, pass out with you in my head (Yep)
And I don't go to church, I go crazy instead (Yeah)

I been running all around this town
A-drinking a-one-too-many's
No matter how hard I try
I can't wash down your memory
Yeah, I know, I gotta let it go
But I keep holding on
I'm sick of this place, place, place
All I see is your face, face, face
I'm sick of this place

And all those dirt roads that we rode in Gillham
It makes it really hard to ride 'em now
'Cause your memory is etched in 'em
When I'm knee deep in that forty creek
I'm carefree and I'll ford the creek
Even if it's ten feet deep
'Cause I don't care what happens to me (Nah)
Yeah, I'm snapping on every beat
'Cause I'm mad and I don't care who sees
Or what they think when they see these
Tears on my cheeks (Come on, come on)
If they been through what I've been through
Then they'll get it (Yeah, they'll get it)
If you grow through what you go through
Then you're living
Yeah, this shit is hard to get over so sober isn't in my vocab (Nah)
No, just know that I notice I'm so bad off
But I'm trying, so back off (Damn)
Before the lion that I've had tossed
Gets defiant and gnaws all y'all's heads off (Woo)
Man, I can't believe

I been running all around this town (This town)
A-drinking a-one-too-many's (One too many)
No matter how hard I try (I try)
I can't wash down your memory(Yeah)
Yeah, I know, I gotta let it go (Gotta let it go)
But I keep holding on
I'm sick of this place, place, place
All I see is your face, face, face
I'm sick of this place

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