Ron Pope Bitterness Or Sympathy
The first night I should’ve left you before I shut my eyes
I prayed to God I’d wake up somewhere else
And when the morning came to find me
You were sleeping there beside me
I wondered if this nightmare ever ends
The door was left wide open
And the neighbors, they were smoking
In the afternoon to pass away the time
And you looked at me so cold
And said ‘this house is not my home’
I wish you’d knew how true that felt most nights
Is it bitterness or sympathy?
That keeps you standing here with me
I’m not sure how much more I can take
‘Cause I have sacrificed my peace of mind
To sit here with you wasting time
Now I think I’d like to walk away
I was standing in Ohio on the 28th of March
With the guitar in a suitcase in my hands
And when the wind had stole my cap
Lord, all I could do is laugh
Thank the stars I’m still a drinking man
Is it bitterness or sympathy?
That keeps you standing here with me
I’m not sure how much more I can take
‘Cause I have sacrificed my peace of mind
To sit here with you wasting time
Now I think I’d like to walk away
I was walking in a graveyard where no one that I know rests
Thinking maybe I could clear my head
And on the cemetery breeze I heard a song about belief
Some with a thunder I can’t understand
Is it bitterness or sympathy?
That keeps you standing here with me
I’m not sure how much more I can take
‘Cause I have sacrificed my peace of mind
To sit here with you wasting time
Now I think I’d like to walk away
