Music Video

Jake Wesley Rogers - My Misery (Live From A Lodge)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jake Wesley Rogers
Jake Wesley Rogers
Vocals
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy Wadge
Amy Wadge
Songwriter
Jacob Wesley Rogers
Jacob Wesley Rogers
Songwriter
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Sabath
Mike Sabath
Producer
Chad Gordon
Chad Gordon
Engineer
Dale Becker
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Joe Chiccarelli
Joe Chiccarelli
Recording Engineer
Chaz Sexton
Chaz Sexton
Assistant Engineer
Joanna Finley
Joanna Finley
Assistant Engineer

Lyrics

(Ooh)
I called an old friend, she's been having it hard
Sleeping without a sleeping bag, in her yard
She cried and said, "I miss when we were children"
Can't go back to work with her mental condition
I went to Heaven
No one was there but me
And my misery (Huh)
Made me late for this meeting 'cause I was crying
Oh, my misery (Huh)
Hundred fifty a week on therapy
Oh, my misery (Huh)
It sounds like a bird when it starts to sing
Oh, my misery, hope it never leaves
My misery keeps me company, my misery
(Ooh) My misery
My grandpa sold all her things, except the white dress
Hung up for years, all alone in the closet
When he died, I took all their Jesus paintings
I don't know why, guess I like the suffering
I went to Heaven
No one was there but me
And my misery (Huh)
Made me late for this meeting 'cause I was crying
Oh, my misery (Huh)
Hundred fifty a week on therapy
Oh, my misery (Huh)
It sounds like a bird when it starts to sing
Oh, my misery, hope it never leaves
My misery keeps me company, my misery
(Oh) Oh, my misery, ha
(Oh)
(Ooh) The preacher's son gave me a ring
(Ooh) The night before I left Missouri
(Ooh) Lost my virginity at thirteen
(Ooh) Jesus Christ, that's early
I saw my abuser in a dream
I somehow felt some empathy
I realized the pain that he's in would always be worse for me and my misery
(Ooh) Oh, ah
(Ooh)
My misery
Is a candle I lit on my birthday
It's icing on a cake
And I eat every piece
My misery
It's kinda sweet
It's kinda sweet
My misery
I blow out the candles so I can see, yeah
My misery (Huh)
It might be the reason that I am smiling
My misery (Huh)
Hundred fifty a week on therapy
My misery (Ooh)
It sounds like a bird when it starts to sing (When it starts to sing)
My misery (My misery)
My misery keeps me company, my misery
Written by: Amy Wadge, Jacob Wesley Rogers, Mike Sabath
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