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You're Killing Yourself

© 2018 Robert Morris Black / Leprechaun Club Music (ASCAP) All Rights Reserved.


You were standing in silhouette at the window
In your summer chiffon
The radio was playing
“Where Have All The Good Times Gone?”
The jacarandas were turning blue
As the crepe myrtle blooms were born
You were as sweet as the acacia’s flower
And sharp as the bougainvillea’s thorn

You’re killing yourself
It’s plain to see
You’re killing yourself
And that’s killing me

You had a weakness for worry
A habit of feeling on the hook
I believe you paid a lot of interest
On a loan you never took
It seemed like there was always some kind of drama
To keep you in a crunch
You thought the world was out to get you
So you beat it to the punch

You’re killing yourself
It’s plain to see
You’re killing yourself
And that’s killing me

You hit the jackpot, you broke the bank
You made a righteous haul
But you know the higher you fly
The further you have to fall

I found a letter this morning
That you addressed to me
And with every line you expressed so fine
Everything I failed to be
Now I’m not proud to read aloud
Every sorrowful word you wrote
But I decoded the signs like bitter valentines
In your last four lines and I quote:

You’re killing yourself
It’s plain to see
You’re killing yourself
And that’s killing me