Sour Suite Lyrics

Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Not this mornin'

I don't wanna think about the night before
Or maybe it's a bore behind that open door
Got no time for that this mornin'

If I had the mind or I had the time
Maybe I could throw together a new kind of rhyme
And tell about my warnin'

But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now

I don't wanna think about a runaway Dad
That took away the only thing that I've ever had
Don't even miss him this mornin'

I don't wanna think about a cold goodbye
Or a high school buddy got a little too high
I can't help him out this mornin'

Reviewers laugh at me so I go out to see
And perhaps it's just as well, 'cause I'd rather be in hell
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But it's too late now
It's too late now
It's too late now

Whatever happened to images, 'cause now they're gone
And worn out phrases just keep a-hangin' on
Whatever happened to homes as opposed to houses?
A conversation, sayings as the evening drowses
It's just like 4 6 2 O 1
It's just like 4 6 2 O 1

Whatever happened to early morning urban skies?
And broken faces, half with melting eyes
Enough of riddles that just play with time
'Cause I'm still here and I can't beg a dime
I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1
I'm back here in 4 6 2 O 1

Some bed is waitin' for me 'round the corner now
I gotta find it and try and hang on for a little while
Back here in 4 6 2 O 1, yeah
Mmm, there's gotta be a few small changes made

Don't wanna listen to my telephone ring
Or sing ding-a-ling or talk about a thing
Leave me alone this mornin'