Coretta Scott Fashionably Depressed Lyrics

Fashionably Depressed Lyrics



At a phone the girl is cursing fingers waving a cigarette

Jealous of the drag she is nursing to be touching her lips

to be touching her lips

Concrete sweats and groans sets apart a path for steps

a track she's been digging in and I feel like I've been sinking in



Back up, back up

a kind word can only save me for a while

I know, I know this is what you want

back up, back up depression's a fashion going out of style

if this is what you want, then whatcha want me to say?



If we're born dying what's the use in trying?

maybe someday, maybe someday

well that's just a childish dream, but you gotta believe

I saw him the other day

feeding the birds down off of the parkway

and I swear he smiled at me



Don't wanna spend my whole life looking for love in all the wrong places

Don't wanna spend my whole life thinking about what we could've done better