I’m feeling jammed up again – like
A cheap gun that can’t shoot anyone
Trying to write what’s on my mind
But getting fed up with the design
‘Cause my flow has been far below
Par, feeling like I’m driving my car
On a bumpy gravel road, with no tires
So screeching as I’m inching
Down this backwater back road
Somewhere in the sticks of West Virginia
Wondering how I found myself on this side
Of the Ohio River – I can’t REMember
♡Sugar☆World☮ 