I’m beyond tapped out.
My debt has debt
There’s not even lint in pockets
The only thing in my palm is sweat.
I’m maxed out and overcommitted
Can we go somewhere quiet
Where we can exchange verses over a cocktail?
You can tell me your stories, your truths and your dreams. I can tell you about my flaws, my fantasies, the way I push against the very seams of myself.
Perhaps I exist and none of this is fake
Maybe I’m real, and the sky’s blue as a lake.
Maybe I’m here with you and not in a dream
Things are going well, moving ahead at full steam
It’s hump day and it’s raining
Stuck in the midst of the week
The weekend is close enough to taste
But still too far for us to speak
Energy is at a premium
Sometimes in life, you end up in a situation that, on paper, seems idyllic. A dream job, an amazing relationship or a golden opportunity. We wait and hope and plan and wish and sweat and bleed for these moments. Then it comes and for the briefest of moments, it’s amazing and…
Swan Song for My Brother
I’m in the pursuit of happiness and I know
Everything that’s shining won’t always be gold
But what do I do when you’re no longer here
How do I feel when your body’s turned cold?
Mister and Missus
We’re all here for you
So let’s all have a toast
I’ve known you both for so long
I’ve forgotten who I like the most
I’m kinda a writer now
The Hangover
I woke up this morning with a pain behind my eyes and throbbing in the temple
Did I go out and get hammered, do some things I can’t remember?
I thought we stayed at home and had a quiet night on the couch
Reunion
First of all, you look great
Even though I haven’t seen you in years
We’ve grown a lot over time
We’ve had wins, losses, hopes and fears
I didn’t know you missed me
I’m Not Them
I know you’ve been hurt in the past
But I’m not them
I know you’ve had relationships that didn’t last
But this isn’t then
I know you’ve been cheated on and lied to