I’ve been round the block so many times
I know all the cracks in the sidewalk
It’s gotten so hard to tell what is true
And what is just Whartonite sweet talk
Life escalates fast
Nothing would last, I tell myself
Things get so obtuse
There’s no excuse to be on the shelf
He was on the porch, I knew his friends
They told me he was flaky
But Corn Flakes are my jam, so I said hello
He said his heart was aching
Said he was involved
Mystery solved, I couldn’t compete
When he held me close
I was engrossed, I couldn’t defeat
(His deep brown eyes) He made me the one
(His deep brown eyes) And it was just fun
One day he left me high and dry
I sent him a postcard
He told me he was fishing
I better check with the Coast Guard
He broke off our streak, I cut my hair
My friends are all tired of hearing
This. It’s getting old, I should lay low
I should be disappearing
Still, once in a while
I get his smile lodged in my mind
I see him out in the street
I tend to repeat myself in kind
‘Cause he’s got those
(Deep brown eyes) And I was the one
(His deep brown eyes) But now we are done
credits
released February 19, 2018
Songwriting, instruments/vocals, production - Jackson Betz
Album cover - photo by Jackson Betz of drawing by Jackson Betz and Andrew Park
Thanks to Melannie Jay for lending me her guitar!
This song is dedicated to the person(s) it's dedicated to.
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