Verse 1
It wasn’t exactly love at first sight,
but there was something, and we got on well,
co-travelers through the days and nights
until it turned sour and went to hell
for reasons that remain unclear…
Chorus
Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame
that our lives are such a bloody mess,
but don’t even try to cast the blame,
‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.
Verse 2
No doubt the therapists would claim
that there are lessons to be learned
about when to shut up and when to say
what’s really on your mind, what hurts,
and, yeah, mental health was not our strength…
Chorus
Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame
that our lives are such a bloody mess,
but don’t even try to cast the blame,
‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.
Bridge
I guess fucked up love is better than no fucking love at all;
it takes two to play the game, but a lucky draw for both to win.
Verse 3
Sure, I failed, but Lord knows I tried
to heal the wounds and make things whole,
to wipe away the tears you cried
and bring comfort to your soul,
and so it hurt when you sent me away…
Chorus
Oh, it’s a motherfucking shame
that our lives are such a bloody mess,
but don’t even try to cast the blame,
‘cause there are no crimes for me to confess.
Repeat and fade slowly and quietly into despair
Copyright 2019
T. Allen Culpepper
