I rolled up to Houston
Inside my head
Grabbed a pack of beer
And brother’s cigarettes
We stayed up ‘til dawn
And I crashed on the couch
Woke up to a coffee cup
And headed out
Playing songs
I only saw him once a year
And damn, if he looked fine
“What’s on your mind?”
Don’t know what it is
But it’s harder now
To marry up myself
And figure out
Am I living
Am I giving up
And leaving town
For harder now
I called up a woman
I used to know
She lived out in Humble
By the EZ Go
Had a couple kids and then a young divorce
They ran in the front yard
We sat on the porch
Playing songs
I never saw
How beautiful she was in summer light
She asked, “Are you all right?”
Don’t know what it is
But it’s harder now
To marry up myself
And figure out
Am I living
Am I giving up
And leaving town
For harder now
And when I left for Tulsa
My daddy called
Asking if I filled her up
And checked ‘em all
I said, “Something’s wrong.”
And nothing on the truck
“I’ve had enough.”
He said, “Son, I’ve been around.”
And it’s harder now
To gather up myself
And stick around
Am I living
Am I giving up
And dying now
Because it’s hard
And maybe won’t work out
I said, It’s hard
And getting harder now
Somehow
Somehow
Somehow
I’ll work it out
About the Creator
Sawyer Phillips
Singer-songwriter recovering from an injury. *Now pursuing a career in creative writing* Black coffee and late night flights. ☕️✈️✨


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