(originally by John McCauley)
Pulled in to meet you, windows down
Duct taped mirrors, exhaust pourin' out
Always late, never unwound
When will I learn to shut my mouth?
Guess I'm rough
Rough around the edges
Honey, I'm rough
Rough around the edges
You find the beauty in the simple things
In desert sunsets and in movie scenes
I see the flaws and all the in betweens
The past was cruel and it caught up with me
I guess I'm rough
Rough around the edges
Honey, I'm rough
Rough around the edges
Curtains closed so I can sleep in late
Nothin' on the TV, but it always plays
Dirty dishes, butts in the ash try
Don't feel like pickin' up the damn phone today, no
I'm feelin' rough
Rough around the edges
Honey, I'm rough
Rough around the edges
If I let you down, baby, don't take it too hard
When my mind becomes a question mark
When I want closure, then I get confused
Don't believe in much, but I believe in you
I'm just rough
Rough around the edges
Yeah, I'm rough
Rough around the edges
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