She was gone this morning
When I finally stumbled home
She took everything but my pictures
And a pile of dirty clothes
The dust balls scurried towards the wall
As I walked through the empty house
And tried to remember with a foggy brain
What our last fight was about
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Was it that she couldn't keep the house clean
Did she call me a bum
Say I drank too much in the evening
And was always on the run
Did I tell her to put her face on
Did we scream and shout
Lord I just can’t remember
What our last fight was about
~~*~~
I told the counselor at work
And asked, “What do you think”
She said, “You’re an alcoholic”
I said, “No I just like to drink”
She told me to go and find her
But I sincerely have my doubts
Because I just can’t remember
What our last fight was about
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Was it that she couldn't keep the house clean
Did she call me a bum
Say I drank too much in the evening
And was always on the run
Did I tell her to put her face on
Did we scream and shout
Lord I just can’t remember
What our last fight was about
~~*~~
I got to know that counselor
Never looked for my old girlfriend
Besides this is the cleanest
My old house has ever been
Something does still bother me
And it’s not that she walked out
I just can’t remember
What that last fight was about
~~~*Chorus*~~~
Was it that she couldn't keep the house clean
Did she call me a bum
Say I drank too much in the evening
And was always on the run
Did I tell her to put her face on
Did we scream and shout
Lord I just can’t remember
What our last fight was about
~~*~~
Teresa Lynn Johnson
Wrdspnr@aol.com
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