For what its worth

I haven't blogged in a little while. I'm bad. I'm not sure why I even do this. Therapy I guess? I've been writing songs.... Songs which I'm recording. I have no Idea what will come out of it. Maybe peace? Hopefully.

The sleepless nights are now few and far between

Moving on, Burning bridge fueled by tears and Gasoline

Walking tall, Head held high by determination from the booze

Truth be told, Darlin' I hope I'm over you.

All my favorite songs sound like something else

Now they're personal... like a journal I didn't write myself

Carrying on, Pick myself up with reluctant pride

I've always said I've lived with no regrets....

...I lied

going out, trying things all new

making mistakes, like a drunken, bad tattoo

new faces, new judgements, a heart on trial

a dinner, a drink, a dance

but darlin... she ain't got your smile.