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Worn down - The King's Blues Club
You asked me why I smoke
I said I don't
But today I lit one up
Like a mirror
You asked me why I'm drinking
Said I quit
But I held this shot
Here kind of fits
She wrecked the stage I built from scratch
Pulled the curtain, broke the latch
I played in minor, played in gray
She rolled her eyes and left no trace
She couldn't sit through one damn verse, nah
She's the star, I'm the cursing off
I ain't drunk, my friend
I'm just worn down
Down to dust
Like a dollar store ring that's lost its trust
I'm just worn down, no shine, no glow
Like a love song playing too damn slow
Dropped an old assault in my drink tonight
Let it sting like her walking out of sight
My heart's in sharp, my soul's gone flat
I'm just worn down
And that's that
She started talking like it's court
Throwing looks like knives
No retort, I said, "Calm down"
But she came in hot
And honey, I've seen that movie plot
She acts like rage is fine cuisine
Served it cold, no in-between
I stepped on traps I knew too well
Still she said, "You made this hell"
You started this talk, I was quiet as stone
Then you spit at my soul, drip by goddamn drip
I ain't built for fights, not the kind you script
I'm tired of your theater, the lights, the flip
You act so pure when the lights are on
But your lies hit hard when the crowd is gone
And yeah, I've stepped in this trap before
Same red flag, same slamming door
You want top-shelf drama, you got it, girl
But I've seen wilder, better, and cheaper pearls
You scream just 'cause I stay still like my peace
Makes you feel unreal
You lit this mess, then called it fate
And now I sit with what you made
You throw your claims like broken glass
Same old cuts I let slide past
You cry, but girl, I've seen that show
I just sit still and let it go
I'm just worn down
Worn to dust
Like a jukebox playing out of rust
I'm just worn down, too old to fade
Like a blues man singing for heartbreak's sake
Pour one note in my empty cup
Let it rise, then shut me up
My strings are loose, my flame is flat
I'm just worn down
And that's that
Worn down
No high notes left in me
Just a smoke, a chair, and some damn whiskey
I ain't drunk
I ain't crying
I'm just