Give it Up (my love)

GIVE IT UP
Lyrics: Shane Forest Cooley
Music: Shane Forest Cooley (ASCAP), Christoper Peter Webb (BMI)
In the deep midwest
I’d be blessed be
If I’d passed the test
When the evening fell on my words
All those words I’d said
That had fed my head
With the bread
That I could not spend
In the back of my mind
Shining out
Like a headlight
Thinking out loud
I’m not done
Making you mad
I’m not done
Fucking it up
I’m not done
Causing a hassle
Give it up
But still upon my breath
Was that baited speech that I’d soon regret
When we crossed that Mothman bridge
I was filled with a sense
Of impending doom
I conceived my tomb
In a front wheel drive
Headed to the moon
And I swore that I’d get better soon
And give it up
This is my love
I’m not done
Making you mad
I’m not done
Fucking it up
I’m not done
Being an asshole
Give it up
This is my love
And I saw the error of all my ways
And I saw too much looking back
And the deep midwest
Got the best of my chest
I’m not done
Making you mad
I’m not done
Fucking it up
I’m not done
Being a rascal
Give it up
This is my love