SORE-nickname jos

I kept it safe right next to my mattress It stays right there and asks me to sleep Was folded ever so careful on legal pad, a steady receipt She waited way too long but I came through I know sometimes I'm so hard to see I'm used to all the typical fighting The type that makes you look obsolete I know I'm better off It's not mine anymore I carried all that weight I shouldn't be this sore You wore the same thing when I first met you Well, the second time but no one's counting My eyelids felt closed shut I was dreaming And my breath, it never got back to me I know I'm better off It's not mine anymore I carried all that weight I shouldn't be this sore