Six Months

Six months I promised myself Until I was nursed back into health But you make me want to break that Or maybe it's all the beer I've had I couldn't tie my shoes For this morning I was thinking of you Staring down at my laces Thinking of tying the knot with you Oh you think my forehead is big I think it belongs to a fool Oh you think my tongue tastes bad I do not blame you Six times I should have left But my feet just wouldn't do what I said But thank God my mouth stopped them Gobs full of shite and phlegm I wouldn't stop checking my phone And fell down the stairs when I got home I still have the bruises And I still look like a looser Oh you think my forehead is big I think it belongs to a fool Oh you think my tongue tastes bad I guess I'll blame the chips and the booze My mind is drawing a blank Over how I can feel so wank Sabotaging me I guess I have to leave Because Six months I'll promise myself Until I am nursed back into health That may seem a little long And I'll have to chop out my tongue Oh you think my forehead is big Ive always thought that too Oh you think my tongue tastes bad I think it belongs to a fool