The Very Blest of Jack Tannehill |
I don't wonder where you're goin' I see our friends sometimes. I'm still not sure who was yours or mine. I just keep on walkin'. I won't drive your street Won't ring your number - don't go near your phone I do what I can to MAKE IT EASY Smoke like I'm on fire. I don't dare drink for fear I'd drown Gotta keep my head What little is left of me I moved our ... I moved my bed to a whole 'nother room New pictures on the walls Anything at all to MAKE IT EASY and wish you hell all in the same I'll wake from dreams and wonder, "Oh what if I? Couldn't I? Shouldn't I? Well maybe when he's gone" Why couldn't you sleep alone? MAKE IT EASY It never helped me feel BETTER NOW at all I write for me not you I don't need the crowds, the smoky rooms I don't need the applause Yet I thank God for the acceptance I have found in strangers' hearts for just singing of rejection And if nothing more this tune Will let you know I had to hold the hurt It was all that I'd left of you Well even that I'm letting go I don't need to hurt no more May God cushion both our falls And somehow MAKE IT EASY |
