Trapped in the bottle of reality
I bang on the glass to scream for help.
Trying to tip the bottle with my forceful body,
I begin to roll down the massive hill of the sad truth:
There is no getting out.
I aim the heavy bottle toward the ocean,
Hoping someone will save me.
I am the message in a bottle crying for a solution,
Waiting to be found.

"Please? I'll pay you back!"

"You know, if I had a nickel
for every time someone's told me that,
I wouldn't need to be paid back."

I ended up in the hospital again
I was in a pretty nasty car accident
I was in the hospital for a little while
quite a few bones of mine suffered a dent

they forced me in for about a week
I couldn't wait to leave
however a nurse was transferred onto my floor,
she looked so good, I couldn't believe
myself, I wanted to stay in bed
heart monitor and all
and needles leaving my bed

she did get job admirably, bringing Me food
doing her rounds every single shift she was on
I casually threw a couple of little lines at her, playfully, you know, to give her a smile or two as the day wore on

Well on the last day I was in
the lovely nurse walked into the room
"this isn't your shift?" I said, somewhat surprised
that's when I noticed her hand slide up her thighs...

She walked to the door and locked us inside
I saw a sense of burning lust in her eyes
she walked back to my bed and kissed me long and took away the pain
my God, she was so wet my leg felt as if it was caught in the rain

So I asked "Is this my going away present?"
She replied "Yes my patient, for taking your shots you've earned it"

Your personality.
Your sweet personality pulled me in.
Like the breeze blowing against my skin.
What it was?
What it was?
Must have been all  apart of you.

I'm endeared in ways you never knew.
My love for you is forever true.
All my love is reserved for you.

Cause you pulled me in just by being you.

You're real.
The realist of all the women I know.
I would be a fool to let you go.

It's perfectly okay to be boring, uninspired, and vapid;
just don't get all jealous when someone who's fun and interesting shows up.

What happen to the good old days

when a promise was a promise
when your word was  bond
when truth was the truth
when honesty really existed
when a I love you meant I love you

In today's society it has changed somewhat

where promises are broken
where someone's word means absolutely nothing
where the truth is a lie
where honesty is only used to get something

and the I love you only means
that you will get ******

from the old to the new
no more angels out there
just ******* artist, manipulators, takers and thieves

have a good day ;)
from me to you

keep looking for that light
it may not be that complicated