Brock Macarelli - Long Johns Lyrics

I'm sorry, darlin', that we ain't had much to eat
Wrapped up in your blankets while I'm singing you to sleep
In my jacket and my long johns cos we can't afford the heat
I can see my breath and I can barely feel my feet
I worked out there all day in this minus 10 degrees
And I ain't got much to show for it, 'cept a creepin' misery
And a closet full of empty bottles, cigarettes, and weed
That I use to numb the memories of all these broken dreams
They say a loving heart will break with certainty
Well I'm in a million pieces and I'm breaking certainly
And I wouldn't blame ya if you want to go and set me free
I know letting you down all the time sure takes a toll on me
I promised you one day that I would make it big
Now I'm wonderin' where I went wrong as I take another swig
Afraid of what I was and afraid of what I could be
And this fear is like a long dark cloud that's hovering over me
And all these mountains call to me
Like a foghorn to a ship long lost at sea
So I climb up to the top, and I don't stop
Cos I remember when
You were lying there, just weeping quietly
As I sang a song about a man who was hurtin' just like me
And he went out to the woods, scratched "I love you" on the tree
And was found the next day, lonesome, swinging in the breeze