Love; makes the world go round Love; a spoonful of poison to one, a breath of life to another. Love; such simple complexity, that has completely eluded me
In an empty state of being I walked along alone The small town streets My girl bereft of me Quietly I bled At Ma and Pa's Country Store I'm always greeted With a smile Cheap pint of *** Lottery tickets Then In she comes Beautiful stranger I've never seen before My heart insist to explore I start small talk at the door I see her eyes are as bright as mine Where are you going I demand her time
She say: Tim I'm going to my house You've been there three times You still have amnesia don't you?
Somewhere in the night She disappeared... I woke up home In a state of fear ......................
Traveler Tim
They hide my truck keys So I walk a lot (Oh **** here they are!!)
Is this the good part of me that wants this? Is this the angel or devil on my shoulder? Do I want it because I’m lazy, I’m spoiled? Do I want it because I want to be my authentic self? Or do I want it just because I want to seem like a person who is an authentic self? Or do I want it to be the best version of me? The one I would have been before the world told me what to be? Or do I just want to be different and this different isn’t different enough and I want to start over.
The girl that wants to quit her job and move to Asia