This Terrible Mess
Lonesome Wyatt
Don’t come around no more
Just stay away
It hurts too much to always
Have to say goodbye
And I cannot write to you
And I cannot speak
All these tears I’ve wasted
Well it’s made me weak
As I am you can’t be
Don’t ever follow me
This Quasimodo chokes for thee
He lashes with his tongue
The wisest thing for you right now
Would be to run
I’m tired of feeling sick each day
I’m tired of feeling blue
The cause of this whole terrible mess
I fear is you
As I am you can’t be
Don’t ever follow me
So hand me down my walking cane
My scalpel if you please
I’m going to go find a place
Where nothing’s what it seems
Where no one ever looks at me
And no one ever tries
To hang their hopes upon me
With their soft warm sighs
As I am you can’t be
Don’t ever follow me