lyrics
Birthday morning, sun vacation, my 44th year,
Feeling sorry for myself, but nobody will hear
My displeasure and disappointments, you should cover your ears
Until I find better things to say
Hurt my baby, by complaining, at exactly the wrong time
Its never perfect, like I want it, my standards too high
Now I’m ranting and raving, making her cry
I’ve got to find better things to say
If time is flat, we are all coming back, In the same predictable way,
But this morning I wish, I could get off this dish,
And find something better to say
I take for granted all her blessings, forgot how to forgive
Make up stories, I’m the victim, just some innocent kid
Now I’ve used up my chances, to undo what I did
I’ve got to find better things to say
I should have said I didn’t mean it, sorry for the mess
Let’s go back to those simple days before I digressed
But I’m stubborn and blinded in the moment I guess
I want to find better things to say
If time is flat, we are all coming back,
In the same predictable way,
But this morning I wish,
I could get off this dish,
And find something better to say
credits
released July 2, 2014
Written and Performed by Jeff Yaz
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