Don't buy my drinks,
and don't sing to me
because I'm tired and I
want to go to sleep.

The ***** sets me free
but it's not who I want to be
so just don't buy me drinks
and don't sing to me.

It's so dry in these dreams
but it's nice being thirsty
on this vast open sea
without a drop to drink.

We hold onto memories for that all we have to remember you by.
That smile.
That heart.
That kindness that set you apart.
You truly was a lovely child of God.

But you still missed.
Yes, truly, truly missed.
Our early before conversation that we shared.
Secrets and laughter others will never know.

Little Koko, you been gone for a year.
And just a thought of you brings on several tears.
It just hard to believe it's been a year.

I just know, you're still missed.
But as many know good memories never fade.
In my mind I can still see your lovely face.
And that sweet smile running across it.

It's just hard for us to believe we lost you.

I sold my soul to the devil and he sold it back to me. I am $35 richer.

Tenderly calling
the whispers of a lover;
crimson from his heart

The nights are hard to get through,
So much sadness.