Julianne

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