Miss You

I am working hard five days a week
But there's no easy fix
The bill collectors work hard too
And they're working six
Days a week, makes me weak
Guess you could say it makes me humble
Put your sweet head to the ground my dear
Can you hear the rumble:

I  miss you!

I iron my shirts
I scrub my floors
Watch bad tv
And what's more
I even made plans to rob that guilty liquor store
Just to get you off of my mind
It would take me all night

I miss you

Let’s say I went out
And say I was black
And say it was Ferguson
And I got under attack
And say I tried to pretend
I didn't come out to loot
Staring the officer straight in the eye, crying: "hands up don't shoot"

I miss you

A tooth for a tooth
An еye for an eye
And by thеse principles
The world goes hungry and blind
Some say love's only goal is to survive it's present form
Tell me what I'm doing here
Who can calm this storm?

I miss you

And say I escaped
And went straight to heaven or hell
I don't think it would matter much
Everything without you
Feels like a prison cell
So I break the spell
Of what to gain or lose
Only way to stay with love
Is to suffer its abuse
I miss you