Tag Archives: The Cure
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
You said you don’t walk a straight line, I kinda knew that, I smiled. I said I don’t walk a straight line either, You kinda knew that, You smiled. Our yellow brick roads are not completely different, and not completely … Continue reading
I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.
Your digital piano, is powered by electricity, but without you, it stands in silence. You play every day. You have to. It kinda keeps you breathing. Then one day, mid-song, the power goes out. It’s happened before. You call your … Continue reading
Came across some old pictures of us. They were placed in the wrong box. Oddly enough, I smiled, because it reminded me, that sometimes you need to go through the wrong box, to get to the right one.