I’m picking up the piece
And I’m smoking all the weed
I’m smoking all the weed
Till it’s gone
It’s cursed they say
Can you relate
Am I insane
I’m stoned

I’m picking up six strings
And I’m striking melodies
I’m striking melodies
Till you’re gone
You curse
You scream
The things you don’t mean
Are you insane
I’m gone

I don’t hold it against you
Just know you’re wrong
And I can’t understand where you’re coming from

I’m picking up my keys
Pack the car up while you sleep
I’m taking all my things
And I’m gone
I don’t need no ball and chain
Get out my way
I’m gone

I
I said I’m gone
I
I said I’m done
That’s it
I’m gone

I don’t hold it against you
Just know you’re wrong
And I can’t understand where you’re coming from
I don’t hold it against you
Just know you’re wrong
And I can’t understand where you’re coming from

Oh
What do you know
I’m headed on down the coast
You weather down
You weather on down
Erode

And I dare call your wrong
I don’t really care no
What’s done is done

I’m picking up the piece
And I’m smoking all the weed
I’m smoking all the weed
And it’s gone

All Music Written by Costas Themistocleous

All Lyrics Written by Costas Themistocleous and Nikki Brady

Produced and Recorded by Gary Cioni at Sound Acres Recording Studio

Mixed and Mastered by Phil Dubnick

2024 Riffsville Records