A Seventh Son - Courtney Marie Andrews

Speakers were crying bye bye love

You took the one good thing that i had left

Painter’s hands and a seventh son

I thought you were my friend

But i’m guessing i was wrong

Demanding lungs caught me in a blur

We could talk but i’d ask too much

Wouldn’t want to jump the gun

Besides remember i don’t say enough

Can’t stay up with you to see the rising sun

I feel like the morning after blues

Just enough to knock it through the day

Not enough to make me insane

Not enough to make me insane

Not enough to make me crazy

Just enough to make me insane

Just enough to make me crazy

Just enough to make me crazy