Birthday Blues

I wrote this song when i was depressed on my birthday (obviously).


It’s that low-down, no-good, heartbreakin’ feelin’, that’s fillin’ my soul today…
But if its cause of a boy
Or a broken toy,
And I don’t know why I’m so forlorn, on the day that I was born…
I just don’t want to see the light of day…


It’s that low-down, no-good, heartbreakin’ feelin’, that’s fillin’ my soul today…
And the only clues,
Are the blues?
And I don’t know why, I’m so dismayed, on the day that I was born,
I just don’t want to see the light of day…

And whether it’s a passing afternoon,
Or just another bad day, come too soon,
It’s the paper bag of my heart,
That wants to fly away…

It’s that low-down, no-good, heartbreakin’ feelin’, that’s fillin’ my soul today…
Don’t want to spoil the chance,
For an unasked dance, (something romance)
And I don’t know why, I’m so mixed up, on the day I was born,
I just don’t want to see the light of day…

It’s that low-down, no-good, heartbreakin’ feelin’, that’s fillin’ my soul today…
And all I want to do, is sing a song or two,
All alone in the harebrained jungle of my mind,
Or go swimming in a deserted pool, just unwind,
If I cant have that boy, that toy,
I don’t know what those blues clues signify…
And over the unasked dance I cry…
I just don’t want to see the light of day…

And whether it’s a passing afternoon,
Or just another bad day, come too soon,
The paper bag of my heart,
Just wants to fly away…