Song Lyrics
She maybe ought to crack a window, bored with her husband
Is to get high, that s been peeling off the walls
A girl who d a looked down on, sometimes she misses those younger days Clark, a woman smoking weed in her kitchen
Sometimes she misses those younger days, but all she can do is stare at the paint, and rolls herself a fat one
love will leave you lonely
She maybe ought to crack a window, but until i learn to do that Brandy, and talks to god
That s been peeling off the walls, bored with her husband
Sometimes she misses those younger days, that s been peeling off the walls, she laughs out loud at who she used to be
kisses her husband turns off the light
Sometimes to only way to get by, instead of this purple haze, she sits down at the kitchen table
a couple tokes and her troubles don t seem all that tall
so she tucks her kids in at night
Seeing the world through rose colored glasses, sometimes to only way to get by
love will leave you lonely
She laughs out loud at who she used to be, and rolls herself a fat one
But all she can do is stare at the paint, thanks for the mary jane, so she tucks her kids in at night
You know life will let you down, instead of this purple haze, sometimes to only way to get by
She hates her job, so when the to-dos have all been done
so when the to-dos have all been done
so she tucks her kids in at night
A girl who d a looked down on, but all she can do is stare at the paint, loves her kids
you know life will let you down
says lord help me accept what i cannot change
Bored with her husband, bored with her husband
She maybe ought to crack a window, sometimes to only way to get by
She laughs out loud at who she used to be, and rolls herself a fat one, she maybe ought to crack a window
And rolls herself a fat one, sometimes to only way to get by
And rolls herself a fat one, a girl who d a looked down on
that s been peeling off the walls
Bored with her husband, but until i learn to do that
and talks to god
Says lord help me accept what i cannot change, thanks for the mary jane
Tired of the same old list of things to do, but all she can do is stare at the paint
Sometimes to only way to get by, and talks to god
But until i learn to do that, but until i learn to do that
instead of this purple haze
Tired of the same old list of things to do, so she tucks her kids in at night
smoke so sweet fills the air
Kisses her husband turns off the light, so she tucks her kids in at night
You know life will let you down, is to get high
So she tucks her kids in at night, she laughs out loud at who she used to be, she sits down at the kitchen table
seeing the world through rose colored glasses
Seeing the world through rose colored glasses, that s been peeling off the walls
Is to get high, a couple tokes and her troubles don t seem all that tall, she sits down at the kitchen table