I wish a glock to the brain
will help cease the pain
But mama don't like blood stains
mama gon' curse God's name
clipped wings
clipped dreams
wisdom sold to the libido
What a perfect innuendo

finally free
finally me
the whiskey made me finally see
how nothing matters
but the moment in these chapters
so much color
the ambience splendor

before the lifeless daughters and sons, before the bridges burned,
there was love
ignorant boys calling girls ****** deadbeat dads deadbeat moms
Before  the  voices fortissimo
Before the clown smiled
I saw you from a mile
I saw me in your arms
I was calm in your arms

You had all the charm
I had sober eyes then..

Being love drunk... the feeling of you losing control, shaking and more shaking.
Losing all control, being aware of it, and begging for more. Smiling...but not just any smile..those goofy smiles they write about in novels.
Being love drunk...if things go your way, it would be purgatory, cleansing you from all those that had burne dyou before, cleansing way your scars without the salt but with the sky's stars. Your eyes will sparkle and you'll want to skip testing the waters with one foot - you'll want to dive, even if the consequence is death - at least you'll die happy.
If things don't go your way, your roses will still bloom, but you'll need to trim away the weeds, one tear at a time. One run by the ocean at a time.
One skip of "our song" at a time.

I close my eyes a little while
While the sun Shined so bright
But now my eyes are wide open
And  all I see is darkness and night

I thought I'll save my precious soul
From all the pain there is in life
I thought I'll I be at peace and whole
But how can I avoid the strife

Life is too short not to take a risk
Saving it for nothing is a stupid thing
I choose  preserve my life  or not
Still it will be gone someday and soon

I hear the rhythm of my heart
But how can I dance to this tune
Its a reminder the clock is ticking
An awakening  to truly live

bean hollow
Bean hollow
Thank you thee
For all the fantastic memories
From post fairy store dates
to when I grew up and had adventures
At your front doorstep
Thanks bean hollow
For the times that we shared
Not only with Tomás
But for my other friends and yeah
I appreciate you
And love everything too

I started the story with "Years ago", then it made me think.
The things I used to do each week, began to make me stink.
The high barstool, the flies and lies just put me out of kilter,
So I settle for a coffee now and forget about the filter.

Lies, lies, the wonderful lies and all to get a drink,
Ignoring the scorn on my mother’s face and not bothering to think.
When at last, my good friend said to me, "you’ll have a heart attack",
I settled for a water then and tried to forget the black.

Then the lass who tried in vain, to break me and abuse me.
Kept me under the spell of her and tried her best to use me.
Then one day I looked down at the face, of the child I hold so dear,
But I was just out of the shower then and heading for a beer.

It wasn’t months but more like years, before I lost the notion.
I watched my friends and family too, all drown in legal potion.
Now I sit and write and think, but not about the *****.
Now at peace, and I figured out, when I drink they all lose.