Jim Murtagh - Contrition in the Key of A

Dear Sally, good morning
How're you living in the brutal Cali heat?
I'm in Brooklyn, it's been boring
I've been a loner wandering around these city streets

I left a key by the front door
If you ever feel like coming home
The light is on, your bed is warm
I'm getting tired of living here alone

I'm holding my shoulders
While I shower just to try and pass the time
My friends tell me that it's over
I need to carry on and cherish what's still mine

But the records skip when you're not here
And the stereo is crackling like a fire
The candles dim and I've gotten thin
Cause I cannot stay hungry when I'm this tired

Your eyes were toys that I tried to keep
Shining in my melancholy days
My heavy chest is still a mess
I'd give it all to just have had you stay

So Sally, sleep soundly
I hate you and I will until the day I die

Written by:
James Murtagh

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