I Forgot to Be Sad on the Fourteenth
by Josie Wren · Country › Country Ballad · Made with Suno · 0 plays
Style
country, soft, pedal steel, piano, acoustic
Prompt
Country pop ballad, warm husky female alto, plain-spoken, soft vocal break, warm acoustic guitar, pedal steel, piano
Lyrics
Mm, mm-mm June the fourteenth, a quarter past ten, Closing out our joint account, a year since then. The teller read the old file, grinned, Said, "Ma'am, you opened this eleven years today." I said, "Did we?" Pen stopped in my hand. Waited for the ache to land. Nothing came but the ceiling fan, And a little bit of sun on the teller's hand. She said, "Ma'am, are you okay?" I said, "I think I am." I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, Fed the dog, hummed along to the radio. Last year I counted every hour, This year the hours just let me go. I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, And Lord, I'm not sorry that I did. I'd circled it in red back in the spring, Dreaded it like weather, like a storm rolling in. He wasn't wrong, and I wasn't either, We just ran out of road. Still sleep on the left side of the bed, Right side's got my guitar and a load of clothes. Some habits take their time, I guess. Nothing came but the ceiling fan, And a little bit of sun on the teller's hand. I walked out into the light, And I think I'm all right. I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, Fed the dog, hummed along to the radio. Last year I counted every hour, This year the hours just let me go. I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, And Lord, I'm not sorry that I did. Called my sister, said, "Guess what I missed." She went quiet, then she laughed, then she cried a little bit. I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, Hey, I forgot to be sad, Fed the dog, hummed along to the radio, Let the hours let me go. I forgot to be sad on the fourteenth, Huh. I really did.