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 (there he is!!)
Why won't everybody give over?
I wish I'd learnt to play piano
If only I could keep myself sober for more than a day