I sleep on a old couch, in an empty room, with a broken t.v, don’t forget about me
kids grown up, cat is dead, and I got this pain, in the back of my head.
My old shack, roof caved in, dig my graves, And I drink my gin.
Fence fell down, a long time ago. true love’s dead, that’s all I know.
Grass is brown, murderer’s caught, fried green tomatoes on the curb of the sidewalk
Tired and sore, crack in the floor, this is what living is, what dying is for.
Covered in scars, choking on dust, hard candy on the table, under a layer of rust
Aching and bent, skin off a stone. follow the breadcrumbs, it's a long way..
Quiet and somber, broken apart, lion in the sun, crying in the dark.
Sit by the window, and stare at the birds. remember the tears, when you run out of words.
Blood in the tub, bugs in the sink. I live a hundred thousand years every time i blink.
Still as the water, cold as the rain. shadow in the candlelight, a number with no name
Carry the hurt, bury the pain. face in the crowd, race of the flame
Anger to blame, nowhere to go. Spy on the weeds, when the seeds won’t grow
Wood in the stove, bones in a chair, stranger to myself, and all the ghosts out their
Dirt in the rug, stain on the roof. Carve my name in the window pane as proof.
Old tin can, two left shoes, drunk as a rattlesnake, singing the blues
The kettle is screaming, door is ajar. every time I see a rainbow, I know where you are.
Old rubber tires, miles on end, shoot at the moon, losing a friend
See you soon so love can kill us again.
and tear us apart

Wandering heart.

Wherever you are, whoever you are, whatever you are,
you’re almost home
Hurry, it’s getting dark and,
I don’t want be alone.