Joe Pug — Not So Sure lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Not So Sure" by Joe Pug.
Lyrics
There was a time
When I heard you
Callin’out my name
But these days
I’m not so sure
When the moon went dark
And your voice was gone
I heard you all the same
But these days
I’m not so sure
I knew I could remember
Your bedroom and your touch
But these days
I’m not so sure
Definitely was the word I used
Far too much
'Cause these days
I’m not so sure
I bummed expensive cigarettes
I wrote John Steinbeck’s books
I undressed someone’s daughter
And then complained about her looks
Stealin’was so easy then
I wish that it still were
Now as I pick my own pocket
I know that these days
I’m not so sure
The church was my kitchen
The world was my church
But these days
I’m not so sure
The choirs I would listen
Through briers I would search
But these days
I’m not so sure
I sacrificed my sister
I prayed my own soul to keep
I told my dying father
That a man should never weep
Breathin’was so easy then
I wished that it still were
Now as the breeze just makes me colder
I know that these days
I’m not so sure
So if you see me trippin'
I’ve forgotten how to walk
And I spend my days
Wishin’after her
My steps are without rhythm
And her name is drawn in chalk
'Cause these days
I’m not so sure
I drink my wine for breakfast
Every mornin’I was born
In the black, electric winter
My back was always warm
Sleepin’was so easy then
I wish that it still were
Now in my sleepless bedroom
I know that these days
I’m not so sure