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I met this girl, she looked like Axl Rose |
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Got drunk and took her home and we slept in our clothes |
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In the morning put my feet on the floor and thought |
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Being awake never felt like this before |
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And Julianne y'know she wouldn't approve |
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Spent all day on the phone 'cause I had nothing to do |
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Got rid of Axl by the afternoon |
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Being awake never felt so clear and blue |
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That's all I knew |
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Guess that I was innocent too |
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I'll sing a song and it won't be the blues |
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I don't miss Julianne |
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A friend she told me she felt sorry for me |
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She said the truth would come crashing down on me |
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That I'd be sorry but the truth of it is |
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That I feel guilty for not giving a shit |
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I got my bag of trash |
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I got my bag of trash |
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I drag it up and down, I drag it up and down the road |
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How could she miss a man |
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Who drags a bag of trash down the road |
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This week I feel like I been born again |
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I know that Julianne would have a fit |
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She'd find a reason for the things that I did |
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And gave me credit for the things that I've never been |
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That's all I knew |
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Guess that I was innocent too |
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I can try just as hard as I can |
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But I don't miss Julianne |
