Wired, Worried, Weathered, Worn

There was a blanket of snow that rolled through the night,
That was more foreboding as it caught me uptight,
It was not the best of days as I welcomed its end,
I needed some comfort, I needed a friend.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
The night came about me with a drink in my hand,
I’ll have one more, I have nothing that’s planned,
Nothing to do is my regular day,

There’s no reason to find you, but to stay away.
So you couldn’t raise the courage to face me down?
You would rather hide behind your patented frown?
And as annoying as it would be, I would have preferred,
That you’d meet me, even if you hadn’t spoken a single word.

You can’t control me or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
I heard the mountains whispering the secrets from town,
They say you’re doing more than just playing around.
I guess I should have been with you as much as I could,
My body’s been present but my heart misunderstood,
I guess I wasn’t there to give you my all,
I guess that’s what led to my terrible, short fall.    
    
So I can’t have it all, that’s what I’ve found,
I have my head in the air, not my feet on the ground,
So I guess there’s no reason for me to take the stand,
Damn, I’m guilty as hell, can’t you tell?
With my friendly companion, my Jack in my hand.
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You can’t control me, or scold me, and enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn,
You can’t control me, or scold me, but enough of your scorn,
I’m just wired, worried, weathered and worn.