I feel like I've been bleeding for the past 45 years.
And you'd think by now I'd be smiling.
There were too many mistakes. Too many things said and unsaid.

Countless conversation soaked in whiskey and absorbed into the firelight.
Reflections and things you can trust the flames to never repeat.

I trekked beyond Insanityville to the other side of the tracks.
Alone.

I always just assumed someone would follow me.
I assumed a lot of things along the way.

Much like my life.
I don't know where I was going with this.