Bristol
Music And Lyrics By Mike Pearson

You’re getting me. Sick of me
Everyone talks without asking
I’m so sick of apathy, mixed with your poor sympathy

I can’t stand this place I’m in
I have to get out to live again
The grass was green three years ago
They say goodbye I say hello
All that I wanted was for you to say Goodbye

Why be grown up. At twenty-two
Working three jobs; wasting away
Let’s go fill out empty glass, toast to the years and not the past

....Goodbye and Goodnight
Go to hell... Fare thee well
To where I have gone and what I have done
To what was right and what was wrong