The Forgiving Kind

I’m not that bad, least I don’t think so

But you know I’ve done some bad things in my time

Thinkin’ ’bout you, thinkin’ ’bout me

Always thinkin’ about the way it used to be

So on and on I go, don’t know what I’ll find

But I always knew you were the forgiving kind

Got a razor tongue and lips that bleed

But I guess I’m just a desperate man in need

I tried to cry, but my tears were drunk

Like a smuggler lost at sea in a Chinese junk

So on and on I go, don’t know what I’ll find

But I always knew you were the forgiving kind

Yes, I always knew you were the forgiving kind

You lift me up but I always sink so low

I wanna stay but I always have to go-go

You’re so good but I always make you feel so bad

So life goes on, but the faces change

Such a mystery so simple yet so strange

So on and on I go, don’t know what I’ll find

Cause I always thought you were the forgiving kind

And I always thought that I’d be on your mind

I’m not that bad, least I don’t think so