David Arthur Brown

I never liked the morning sun
It shines a light on all the damage that I've done
The happy people waking up to start their day
Birds singing in the trees everything's OK
But nothing's right for me
I ain't been to sleep in almost 3 days
I never liked the morning sun
The cigarette burns and the ashes on the rug
And all the empty places where you used to be
In the bathroom or in bed lying next to me
Now I'm here all alone
With a dirty old robe and a wide screen TV
Sunday afternoons