Back Doors Crying Peter Allen

Thought I was happy only when I was sad
Let go of good things hung onto the bad
In all the wrong places
In all the wrong times
Said I needed sadness to finish my rhymes

And I was looking in back doors crying
While you were out front
Waiting to make me smile

Yes I was looking in back doors crying
While you were out front
Waiting to make me smile

Using the low-life to polish my wit
Choosing the crazies and hoping they'd fit
Saying half empty's the same as half full
All of my lines getting harder to pull

And I was looking in back doors crying
While you were out front
Waiting to make me smile

Cuz of you, only you
Cuz of you, only you