Bobby Meader Music Waffle Cones
Sick of being on time
It's been six weeks since my last glass of wine
I'm sick of all the gossip
Just get me the papers so I know where to sign
Love will come eventually
For all the nights that I felt cheap
If everyone could sing right along what else would we have in mind?
Happiness is singing your best friends song
For the ones we'll always love
We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound
Set us up we'll turn it down
Cause we'Il be close to another town
I wish I could say the ones we love would never come
That's why we keep going on
Happiness is singing your best friends song
For the ones we'll always love
We are waiting for the west coast and the east coast to feel our sound
And you always wanted more but I couldn't give it to you could I?
You said that life was a trip
That you'd watch it drown
And now the ties of a family is what slowly drips down
From every last cell that's beaten me down
