If I had to compare you
You would be a Sunday morning hangover
I'm afraid I can't put it lightly
the headaches you create could
with no doubt
**** a great white
You can take offense
Yet I must inform you that you are more offensive than ****** and Genghis Khan combined
Contrary to your exterior,
your mind is only that of a million others which I avoid
If only books always matched their covers this struggle wouldn't take me to such heights-
Or perhaps lows, I should say
So pardon me, my dear
The memories of my youth would be much fonder spent sitting next another individual-
One with the ability of truth and compassion
Or atleast the courtesy of decency
But your moral is blatantly,
Unsurpassably,
Incomprehensibly
too skewed


(C) Tiffanie Doro

To Everyone,

I want to offer you thanks.
Thanks for sticking around.
Thanks for reading and following Old Ghosts and Ghosts Trains to the end.
In honesty, this is the first project I've finished in at least a few years time,
but it may as well be the first project I've ever finished.

Now that I'm sitting here feeling as closed about the lyrics as I may ever, it's time to step back for a little while--which may mean a couple days, a couple weeks, or anything further--and give some emotional distance before I start the first round of revisions.

It means a lot to me that anyone out there took the time to read through and get interested--at least enough to skim.
If I can save, inspire, or alleviate through writing, it makes it all the better. I love it.
Ultimately, I write because I just can't help it.

May the fire that leads and haunts the swamp you see and thieve in your dreams never burn down or be exorcised.

Thanks and Much Love,
~JaymiAK <3