12Spent
©2003 Gibbens/Weston

I’m just like my money,
Yes I am, completely spent;
Like a joke I don’t find funny
Though it’s told with good intent;
Like a river that’s stopped running,
No-one knows which way I went.
Like a river that’s stopped running,
No-one knows which way I went.

Could be like these shoes I’m wearing.
My soul is growing thin;
Or a shiny steel ball-bearing,
I’m always in a spin,
But nothing’s really worth comparing
To this awful state I’m in.
But nothing’s really worth comparing
To this awful state I’m in.

Well, I feel a little better
Now I’ve made my sad complaint
And my heart’s a little lighter
Now it’s black as I could paint.
See, this song is just a metaphor
For just how bad things ain’t.
This song is just a metaphor
For just how bad things ain’t.

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