Those swollen hand blues

i can't see the wood for the trees
life is like a rollercoaster
i can't find the birds or the bees
hope they're down the back of my sofa

feeling like a rolling stone
playing the guitar on my own
i'm the apple of my eye
if only i could keep myself sober i'd remind myself why

they stare at me wherever i go
why won't everybody give over?
i wish i learn to play piano
if only i could keep myself sober for more than one day