If She Knew

Boy = normal font.
Girl = italicized font.

If She Knew
Lyrics by Joshua Aaron Moore © April 2010.

I’ve been coming to this place for a few months now.
I meet Cassandra here those nights when we can both skip town.
It’s a 45 minute drive, but that’s the price I pay.
To keep the girl at home from finding out my cheating ways.

I’m at the bar with friends, I’m working late again.
I’ve used every tired excuse to cover up my sin.
So that when I lay my head down beside of hers.
She never has a reason to ever suspect the worse.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her ,” I say.
And it won’t matter, cause at the end of the day.
I’m still a liar, still a cheater, still gonna do what I ought not to.
I never think about what she would do if she knew.

We’ve been married for over 22 long years now.
And like everything else, it’s had its ups and downs.
I never thought it would come to this, but I guess things change.
Turns out this ain’t a sweet home on the range.

He tells me that he’s working overtime.
That might be true in a world where pigs can fly.
I’ve known what he’s up to, I found her hair on his shirt.
I hope her blonde ass was worth a new home in the dirt.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her,” he’ll say.
I wonder if he’ll change his tune when there’s a pistol in his face.
That cheating SOB is gonna get what he deserves to.
I wonder if he thinks about what I would do if I knew.

I bet she’d go to her mama’s.
(I think I’ll go to my mama’s)
And cry about what I’ve done.
(She’ll be surprised at what I’ve done)
I’ll sit at home alone, wondering if it was really worth my time.
He’ll be rotting in ground, for forever and all time.

“What she don’t know won’t hurt her,” I say.
I wonder if he’ll change his tune when there’s a pistol in his face.
I’m a liar, I’m a cheater
He’s gonna get what he deserves to.
I never think about what she would do if she knew.
He’s gonna wish he thought what I’d do if I knew.

An Appropriate 50th Post

A Stack of Dirty Books
Lyrics by: Joshua Aaron Moore. © March 2010.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.
Now it’s six feet under, covered in worms and dirt.
Our decaying love that only left one of us hurt.

It’s hard to move on from something that ran away.
Just gotta take it minute, day by day.
That’s what I tell myself, in order to get by.
You act like it should be easy. I’d like to see you try.

It’s like trying to build a fire, in a bathtub full of water.
Like trying to serve alcohol to the preacher’s daughter.
Like trying to sell a pair of shorts in the middle of winter.
Like trying to lick a wooden fence, without getting a splinter.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

I cared a bit more, for you than you did me.
And I guess in retrospect, it wasn’t hard to see.
I gave 100 percent, you were giving less.
My mind saw it clearly, but my heart failed the test.

It’s like trying to run a marathon in high heel shoes.
Like trying to keep Sherlock from finding all the clues.
Like trying to tell Superman that he ain’t allowed to fly.
It’s like trying to play hide-and-seek with the FBI.
Baby trying to stop, loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

(Musical bridge: 5-15 seconds)

It’s like trying to tell the popo you were just having fun.
When you were trying to rob the bank with a water gun.
Like trying to light a candle with a fresh ice cube.
Like trying to tell Jessica Alba she’s a dude.
Baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
I said baby trying to stop loving you is harder than it looks.
It’s like trying to give Jesus, a stack of dirty books.

You said that things weren’t feeling right.
Better just to let it die, than continue wasting time.