Thursday, August 2, 2018

Sometimes I write country songs


I still like to write songs even though I am not singing. I don't really like how my voice sounds, although it is MUCH better since my surgery. I just haven't gone to voice therapy because it's like $80 for voice and $150 for speech and I had to move and buy furniture and everything. Anway, I still write all the time. I was going to work on this with my old duo partner Chad. We should probably still do it, practice makes perfect-o! I'm no trying to say I'm a good poem/songwriter either. I just like doing it. It's not very deep or anything, just for fun.

I wanted some quiet, was looking for peace
You told me to write it, you told me to read
Well that all makes sense if you’re novel is fine
But my hearts given up , I can’t read between lines

So I poured out my heart to sound the of a drink
Because pouring your heart is the best way to think
You pour out your dreams watch them drown, watch them float
You watch dreams reveal your own story you wrote

And I’ll just think of you while I’m reading my wine
No pages to turn, and the words are all mine
The legs on the glass read like lines on your hand
And they say what I want and they say what I plan

It fills up the heart and it fills up the ache
But it doesn’t last long, doesn’t fill up the break
And it doesn’t replenish when I’m missing you
Just swirls with the emptiness that’s coming through

I’ll think of you while I’m reading my wine
No pages to turn, and the words are all mine
The legs on the glass read like lines on your hand
And they say what I want and they say what I plan

You spill over me, a replacement for love
Love that I don’t feel, and love you don’t want
But I panic inside when the loves almost up
And I jump the gun, run to fill up my cup

I’ll think of you while I’m reading my wine
No pages to turn, and the words are all mine
The legs on the glass read like lines on your hand
And they say what I want and they say what I plan


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