There are no leaves on the trees and the cloud gobble up my hopes and dreams.
Sometimes the sun will shine but it’s getting further and further away.
Cigarettes and blank pages, no motivation or inspiration it seems.
Lets eat our troubles away and chase it down with some whiskey today;
Because it’s gloomy and dull and I’m kind of in a funk.
Not even the slightest touch will bring that smile to my face.
Sometimes contentment feels like a dream,
But those aching hearts and clouds will gobble them up, it seems.