Stuck In The Blues

©RichardBarnabé2014, Revised 2021

I’m stuck in the blues, since he went away

I’m stuck in the blues, since he went away

I just can’t fathom, why he couldn’t stay

What’s wrong baby?

A bottle of wine, has become my best friend

I gotta tell you

A bottle of wine, has become my only friend, my best friend

It’s driving me straight off the deep end

To try and escape from that evil spell

To try and escape from that evil spell

I’ve gone underground, withdrew in my shell

I’m stuck in the blues, since he went away

I’m stuck in the blues, since he went away

So far away, he went away

I just can’t fathom, why he couldn’t stay

I’ve become a whiner, sorry for myself

I’ve become a whiner, feel so sorry for myself

Much like bad fruit, I’m rotting on a shelf

It’s time to shape up, climb out of that hole

It’s time to shape up, get on out of that hole

Playing the victim just can’t be my role

I said playing the victim just can’t be my role