The Lovelorn Blues

Everyone must feel a little lovelorn sometimes. And there’s some comfort in knowing you’re not alone in your misery. Hence, the blues. I’m lovelorn babyI’ve got the lovelorn bluesI’m lovelorn babyAnd so are you Tell me again how everything that’s put together falls apartTell me again how you can go on living with a brokenContinue reading “The Lovelorn Blues”