It's Not Me It's You

[couchgrouch]

It's Not Me It's YouSam knows it's no use-a-lyin'he'd been out past the moon with Briandraining and crushing Old Milwaukee cansbut he swigs two more Alka-Seltzerstumbles up to his wife and tells herhe's sorry he got held up at the plantbut she's filled an old suitcaseand their future won't fit insideas she leaves the look on her facesays to his bloodshot eyesit's not me it's youit's hard to say but it's trueand since you'll never changeI'll do what I've gotta docos it's not me it's youthe jar on the bar's full of jerkeyand Sam's drunken jokes are down n dirtybut Brian won't even look up and laughlater on Sam's barely standingbut Brian ain't touched his brandyand he pays up for a half-finished drafthe shakes Sam's trembling handsays they've shared their last drinkhis fam'ly gave him one more chanceand only cos they thinkit's not me it's youit's hard to say but it's trueand since you'll never changeI'll do what I've gotta docos it's not me it's youwell Sam sits home and twelve empty beersjudge him like a jury of his peershe wonders if he's really a useless manthen something sparks and he looks at those cansand says it's not me it's youit's hard to say but it's trueand since you'll never changeI'll do what I've gotta docos it's not me it's you(c)2005 Robert George