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Sunday, November 18, 2012

JUNKMAIL - Rock Music Video - BEAT100

JUNKMAIL - Rock Music Video - BEAT100

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

rescuetation

he came into my life, cut me like a knife, Opened up old wounds, that I cannot close, stitches, In the dark my mind flips switches, puts me in ditches My head is lost and I'm hurt The sun runs from me on a cloudy day, Hard rain in my life it's a price i don't want to pay My hearts been bleeding, I'm begging and pleading On my knees and I'm hurt I cannot afford to be closed up and boarded, endlessly transported Can't find a place, to be alone and safe, need you to save Can't you see im cold and exposed Hurt? Tricked myself into thinking, this strong inkling, I am drinking Gets me insane, takes away this pain, oh I can't explain without you girl that I'm hurt Let this crazy thing go, before the world explodes, under heavy load Change in scenery please change something in me Give your love back to me stop this hurt

Monday, November 5, 2012

Decaf

I sit at the table drinking this cold cup of coffee, you sit across from me feel even colder. There was a time when you wanted to see the sunrise in my eyes. I know things have changed in me. I don’t know what has changed in you. I can not bare this pain any longer so you got to let me know the truth. Look away if this is really over. Nod your head if you want me gone. Touch my hand if you still want me, breathe I love you and here I will stay. It has been two years since we first met, do you remember that rained out stormy night? You trying to hail a cab with your umbrella blowing sideways, I was caught on the corner with you, saved your umbrella so we could share a ride. You were going somewhere I just needed some sleep. You told me I was wet and pitiful. I shook off like a big old dog. What was the name of that nightclub? Peppers I think, man it was dark there, and do you remember how warm it was. We threw are socks on the back of the booth, Well at least my socks, you stuck your hands inside my shirt told me some story about Eskimos and frostbite. You went on and on for hours I just smiled and chuckled. That was until the tab came; those bourbons were a bit spendy. That second cab came just hours later but still we couldn’t part, said something about cheap whiskey and the keys to your heart. Did not have to split the cab fare, haven’t had to much since then, don’t want to start right now. Baby do us both a favor just breathe

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Zara Lynn

A love that has since abandoned me leaves me weak alone in the pouring rain how it hides my tears and exposes foolish games what i wouldn't give to be back in her arms holding her looking into the eyes that once loved mine i dreamed of playin with our childrens feet as we laid in that uncomfortable bed but alone on this hard wood floor i cry instead. I guess i was never meant to be her true love i dont understand why for only time knows its reasons