Sitting 'Round The House (Thinking 'Bout You)

Here's lyrics and video for a song I recently penned. It's a song about one of those long, lonely nights when your only company is the dog and a bottle, and all you can think about is the one that got away. The more you try to drink her off your mind, the more you can't keep your mind off of her. It's one of those songs. It's a bit dark, but I like it. Let me know what you think, boys and girls.

SITTING 'ROUND THE HOUSE (THINKING 'BOUT YOU)

There's a bottle on the shelf with a few pours left

Enough to get me pretty far

I slip into a hard drink and a soft chair

And light my last cigar

I puff too hard and start to choke

My eyes tear up from all the smoke

It makes a face I don't see much anymore

Well, I'm sitting 'round the house with nothing to do

But to sit around the house and think about you

Sittin her strumming this old guitar

Nursing my booze and cursing my scars

And sitting 'round the house thinking 'bout you

I sip my drink. I pet the dog

Neither of us moves

The rain beats out a light staccato

On the windows and the roof

The drip-drop rhythm pours through my brain

And I dream I'm dancing with you again

But, in the end, it's nothing more than rain

Well, I'm sitting 'round the house with nothing to do

But to sit around the house and think about you

Sittin her strumming this old guitar

Nursing my booze and cursing my scars

And sitting 'round the house thinking 'bout you

I leave the pain of the past behind

And dream of seeing you again

To see the way your lips curl 'round your smile

To feel the touch of your hand

To fall into your deep, dark eyes

Till I'm finally claimed by my prize

Never to be heard from again

Well, I'm sitting 'round the house with nothing to do

But to sit around the house and think about you

Sittin her strumming this old guitar

Nursing my booze and cursing my scars

And sitting 'round the house thinking 'bout you