woke up this mornin'...

i love the blues... 'cept when i got 'em...
i hate it when i find that feeling of contentment...
then it just wanes. and nothing in particular has happened
yet things just... suck.

and i'm keeping my head up, and surviving, and keeping my cool...
but every now and then i just bend under the pressure.
sometimes i almost want to snap- but i know i won't.

it'd just be nice to be thrown a friggin' bone every so often
just so i know i'm not going it alone. "The Lord works in mysterious ways"

--kim-(wilson?)