Don't Place Your Bets On Me

from by Mike Maimone

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Don't Place Your Bets On Me
Words & Music by Mike Maimone
(c) 2008

I light another cigarette just to watch the smoke as it floats away.
It's takin' your words with it, I'm not listening to a thing you say...

So don't place your bets on me, I'm losing again.

It creeps up from my stomach like 11 whiskey sours
with the greasy egss at 4am we hungrily devoured.
I'm just your bloody mary, my love's the hair of the dog
But my kiss is temporary, you head'll pound when I'm gone.

Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again.
I'm laying my cards down, I'm cashing it in.
Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again,
and take what's left for me to go through it again...

The afternoon it grumbles in and punches the clock
and I shuffle to the kitchen, too hung over to walk.
I get the shakes over coffee just thinkin' of you
and on an afternoon like this I wonder who's using who.

Love it comes and goes, it's got me feelin' old, got me feelin' sick.
Like waiting with a plastic bag, wishin' my dog would hurry up and take a shit.
I pick it up every time, but I respect myself a little less.
Wonderin' how long it'll be 'til I've been in everybody else's mess.

Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again.
I'm laying my cards down, I'm cashing it in.
Don't place your bets on me, I'll lose it again,
and take what's left for me to go through it again...

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from Open Mic Nights, Empty Bottle Mornings, released September 15, 2008

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