Sadhead - Donovan Wolfington

My blind crush

The thought of it just makes me blush

And drives me crazy, makes me lazy

But soon enough

The accusations seem real rough

The conversation divides the nation

Into equal separate parts

With one arm in and one not

Well I’ve got a plan so I’ll get ahead

And the sound of your voice on the phone

Let’s me know that I’ve been sleeping alone

And the smell of her cigarette over the tones

While the radio’s blaring and I’m driving home

Alone