From the recording Caesar Jones


Was it just a phase?
Days without a care
When you've nowhere else to go to but everywhere

Friends would guide your roads
Blind your tinted eyes
headlong to the great big compromise

I was feeling better so I, put it in a letter, I never sent it
I Planned away, but I just put it back til’ May, It was cold
As mid December

Now my solutions are probably worse than the problems
My pretty head is screwed on the wrong way round
I needed you like one needs a hole in the roof
Why am I missing you now?

There’s spiders climbing up my wall
I’ve never noticed them before
Fishing out for sympathy
Buried knee deep in apathy

© ceasarjonesmusic