Bad Love

‘Scuse me if I don’t seem like myself today
Not “happy go” in my usual way
You see, that guy you know
Can’t come out to play
He’s havin a bad love day

Yes, it seems I’ve hit a streak of bad love
And that stuff don’t fool aroun’
Not sure when it began
Only know I’m half the man I was
Before bad love dragged me down

The calendar says Spring
But I’m hangin by a string of bad love
Please don’t tell a soul
That I’m on such a roll of bad love,

I only hope I’ve reached the peak of bad love
Cause that stuff don’t clown
No clue why it began
Only know I’m half the man I was
Before bad love brought me down

So if you see me makin eyes of sorrow
Better go and come back tomorrow
Maybe by then I’ll be myself again
N’leave behind these bad love blues

copyright©2008 michael james prue