I'm moving again.
Back down to the sunshine state
to let my sun shine.
The grass is greener
in this particular case,
so away I go.
I wish that 'someone'
would come with me, but I know
it's too late for that.
I thought I was there,
down at rock bottom, but now
I know it's deeper.
I fight the free fall
back to where it all began.
.. so away I go.
Happy Birthday, tiny guitar