Those Swollen Hand Blues

I cant see the wood for the trees

Life is like a roller coaster

I cant find the birds or the bees

Hope theyre down the back of my sofa

Feeling like a rolling stone

Playing the guitar on my own

Im the apple of my eye

If only I could keep myself sober id remind myself why

They stare at me wherever I go

Why wont everybody give up, no

I wish I learn to play piano

If only I could get my self sober for more then one day