Girlfriend from NYC

I was tired Saturday night.
I laid down on the sofa after
strumming my guitar.

I stretched out and thought
about going to sleep.

A friend was supposed to call
the night before.

We were supposed to go out
with this girlfriend of his
from New York City.

I still hadn’t heard from him on
Saturday. I thought about going
into town myself.

Try to meet some people.
Start carousing around the bars, but

I doubted anything good could happen.
This is how I start looking like an
alcoholic, I thought.

Saturday night, I was too tired for
chords or anything else, and

that friend? He never did give a
good excuse for letting me
down.


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Yellowjacket

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