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Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and I'm trying to forget you,
but the way you look is tearing me apart
This empty house is all I'm facing
and the drinks won't keep me waiting,
but I miss you when the day is getting dark
Your love was never mine to borrow
and I'm sinking in my sorrows
I love you when the glass is in my hand
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and I'm trying to forget you
but the way you left is tearing me apart
My only friends are in these bottles
and I'm not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
cause too much whiskey keeps your memory alive
This broken life is all I'm facing
and the tears won't be wasted
but I miss you while I'm alone in bed
Your time was never mine to borrow
and I'm drowning in my sorrows
I love you when the whiskey's on my breath
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and I'm trying to forget you
but this emptiness is tearing me apart
And now I'm too drunk to stand
but the phone is in my hand
It's time to make a call that I will regret
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and in the morning I'll forget you
So why are you still tearing me apart?
and I'm trying to forget you,
but the way you look is tearing me apart
This empty house is all I'm facing
and the drinks won't keep me waiting,
but I miss you when the day is getting dark
Your love was never mine to borrow
and I'm sinking in my sorrows
I love you when the glass is in my hand
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and I'm trying to forget you
but the way you left is tearing me apart
My only friends are in these bottles
and I'm not thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
cause too much whiskey keeps your memory alive
This broken life is all I'm facing
and the tears won't be wasted
but I miss you while I'm alone in bed
Your time was never mine to borrow
and I'm drowning in my sorrows
I love you when the whiskey's on my breath
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and I'm trying to forget you
but this emptiness is tearing me apart
And now I'm too drunk to stand
but the phone is in my hand
It's time to make a call that I will regret
Too much whiskey makes me miss you
and in the morning I'll forget you
So why are you still tearing me apart?
Literature
Silence
Silence deafens
It screams at me from blank walls so I fill them with photographs
So they’ll seem less empty, and so will I
Silence welcomes
When the world is just too loud and too chaotic and too restless
And all I want in this moment is quiet
Silence echoes
From the depths of the empty beer bottles that line my bedside table
They promised fulfillment or at least escape the night before
Silence lies
It tells me that I am not good enough for a house filled with love
The kind that comes from the heart of a man
Silence comes
The moment I lay my child’s sleepy head to rest and surround her with pillows
So that she may never know
Literature
| processing and thinking
You know when you're writing a poem and you don't like what you typed
you can hit the backspace key
and back goes the space until you are satisfied with the outcome
but what is satisfaction when just a moment ago you had something to say
and now that one key has taken it away?
But then suddenly you have something better to type
maybe worded in a better way
and you're so happy as your fingers hit the keys
your thoughts spilling out onto the page like liquid
until you read your new, revised version and the outcome is not what you expected
when the mood is not set correctly
and the expected impact of your words becomes rejected
Not only a
Literature
Into the Rain
Your presence teases me,
Makes me believe that I see you
Out of the corner of my eye,
Standing in the alleyways,
Or hiding behind bookshelves.
I see a glimpse of you,
And then you're gone,
Shoulders fading from view.
Something makes me follow,
Rush to where I saw you
And look wildly for another sign
That you're still here.
I follow you through storms,
Rain so fierce it's almost blinding,
Chasing your smile only
For you to turn away and disappear
Each time I think I've found you.
When I finally catch up with you,
Just when I can't go any further,
You're somewhere I can't reach you;
You're with people I don't know,
Perched high on a balcony,
Or
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Another song I wrote for my cousin's country band. I sure am writing a lot about whiskey. I don't even drink it really.
This is sadly about someone, but it'll be okay in the end I think.
This is sadly about someone, but it'll be okay in the end I think.
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