It's when I want to talk to you But too tired to have a conversation To pour a drink But the liquor is over there To kiss you gently But scared to touch your lips To hold hands and take a walk But my legs don't want to work To fall asleep next to you But in a different room
It's when I want to talk to you But too tired to have a conversation To pour a drink But the liquor is over there To kiss you gently But scared to touch your lips To hold hands and take a walk But my legs don't always work To fall asleep next to you In a different room
It's like that day, you were walking down the street - just like every other day you walk down the street.
I spend my time
So alone Truck stop bathrooms Cheap cologne
I will stay
Close to you
Not far away
It seems that the story is always told in the eyes of the human and never the chased. Today we flip this around and although I was not there, I have put on my possum goggles and will attempt to retell the tale of the great chase. Dammit, they haven't taken the garbage out Hehe, the screen door is slightly ajar, now's my chance Ah, the aroma of bacon and eggs fresh off the griddle - I can already taste it Focus. Mission. I. Am. Here. For. Food. Focus. Focus. Focus Perfect, I'll just jump on her lap then right up to the table Oh shit, she saw me! Why is she screaming? Why am I flying? THUD! Ouch! Get back on your feet young possum What's that in her hand? It looks like a shovel, this isn't going to be good I feel like I'm running fast, but I'm not moving much. Stupid slippery floor. Can't. Get. Traction. SWAT! Whew, that was close, she's a maniac, a maniac with a shovel. ABORT!
A couple walking down the sidewalk Their stride in perfect unison A man in a black trench coat Carries a white fluffy dog A broker passes by while on the phone Talking about investments and returns An elderly woman limps Asking for change along the way A kid on a ten speed Weaves through traffic
Intricate little details Carvings in stone Until the third floor horizon When walls become plain Inside Exposed brick and beam Warm heat, fluorescent Crooked walls Personality Outside
I have four shadows From the lights behind Each one a little more grey Cast on the wall before me Mirroring my every move Mocking me Speaking to me In foreign tongues I turn off the light And they disappear
He stood naked in the darkness Chained to the bottle Unaware of his surroundings, focused On Orion's belt gliding across the sky Again, again, again, every night Waiting for her return One day his soul would sober, only When her head lay on his pillow As he whispers I love you And the bottle shatters
No star atop our tree Beauty in the other 7.99 feet Grandma's Angel watches From the corner Always Only turning This time of the year To keep an eye On her great grandchildren And to share a cup of coffee with me
Every day we give thanks For friends, for family, for life For those that are with us every day, for those we see occasionally, and for those that are no longer with us For that stretch every morning you wake up and realize that, hey, I made it through another day For the sorrow and pains that we can get through because we have the strength to move on For the laughter, especially in children, that brightens our day and lifts us up For blue skies and green grass, and gravity to keep us grounded For hugs and high fives and hand shakes For being able to dream, for setting goals and for sometimes being able to reach our dreams and achieve our goals For today! As you are just about to plunge your fork into tender turkey, stop, look up and look around, at all that is around you, and find your just10things to be thankful for. Cheers my friends, and Happy Thanksgiving!