armadillo blues

Waking up to nothing
But an armadillo on the floor
If you listen close
You'll hear her snore
I can hear the judgment
As she's watching over every pour
Her scaly claws won't hurt no more

Oh my days
You never send a little love my way
Your substitute is nothing else
A token of yourself
And now I'm screaming
Oh my days
From all my days with you

Ran out the apartment
But I never made it past the Lowe's
Saw her thumb held high
Across the road
Truck pulled up beside her
1-800-animal-control
Could've stopped them
But I let her go

Oh my days
You never send a little love my way
Your substitute is nothing else
A token of yourself
And now I'm screaming
Oh my days
From all my days with you

Oh my days
You never send a little love my way
Your substitute is nothing else
A token of yourself
And now I'm screaming
Oh my days
From all my days with you

Don't sell me
Don't sell me a lie
Don't give me
Don't give me those eyes
Don't sell me
Don't sell me a lie
Don't give me
Don't give me those eyes

Waking up to nothing
But an armadillo on the floor
I scoop her up
Then shut that drawer