byrd, tracy
different things
the first thing that i reach for every morning is a pack of smokes laying by my bed yes i've read the surgeon general's warning but that don't take the warning out of them what i want and what i need have always been different things the last thing mama reached for every sunday was my mortal soul as she walked out the door she'd say boy you're gonna need him someday but i wanted to sleep off the night before what i want and what i need have always been different things what i want is to give up just let go and walk out on us but what i need is to see this through oh and find a way back to you the last thing that i reach for every evening is a woman who i can't reach anymore time is worn the new off of the feeling and right now i want to just walk out the door but what i want and what i need have always been different things what i want and what i need have always been different things