Making Me Miserable
Lonesome Wyatt
Darling you’re making me miserable
How did it get so unbearable?
The wailing banshees do wearily mourn
This moldering stillbirth of leprous love
The face that I dreamed of when I was alone
Now makes the skin crawl right off of my bones
Darling you’re making me miserable
The future looks clouded and terrible
The horseshoe has fallen outside of the pit
If bad luck as teeth brothers I have been bit
The face that I dreamed of when I was alone
Now makes the skin crawl right off of my bones
Darling you’re making me miserable
The bucket of sorrow will soon overflow
The roots of uncertainty pulling me down
Your presence offends me when I turn around
The face that I dreamed of when I was alone
Now makes the skin crawl right off of my bones