Day: June 3, 2025

Every nights another bar and a bottle in my hand These cheap cigars they burn my lungs, but I don't give a damn All the sins I've made and the time I ought be dead by now I'm driving down this road, just keep on headed south Cause I'm coming down off a run away...

This old road is my home And she carries me on and on When you're all alone it seems you get real cold Well all these miles I put are hurtin' on my soul Well, I am just a ramblin' man With an old six string and calloused hands And I'll keep doing this on...

Is it in my mind or are we all just sinking? Still fueled by the pain that never left me last season I'd try to set a fire in your soul, but I just don't have the reasoning But someday on down the road when you ask what I believe in, I'll say You gotta...

You know they say, "With time comes change" And friendships won't ever stay the same Then them Friday night lights start to fade And them good times turn into them good old days Now I'm just sittin' here with all my friends And we start hittin' shots of fireball and gin While we're all singin'...

Two, three We can no longer fake this since we lost purpose These days have became such a climb I can feel the tide changing, and if I don't make it I'll be caught between space and time You know, I know I'm not alright I'm so damn tired of all this fight If all...

You never once let me down Even after late nights and fighting for middle ground There was a hole in this house But we built it back through a love that we both found There's a waking sun rising in the east But it's your smile that lights each day I see Tell me I'm...

Home ain't that far away But still, you're the reason that I'd rather stay No more searching for better days Found what I need in the pureness of your ways Nowadays the bad ain't much to bear 'Fore I ever met you, this life was so unfair Now there's peace amongst the air I'll find...

Remember riding in the winter on the ice-cold leather seats? A couple crushed dollar bills and a bad-photo fake ID We were young and devoted, learning things that you can't teach Then I first touched your skin in a rust-box Cherokee Now the bottle on the nightstand sits alone by your old ring You didn't...

How many lines can I cross till I feel myself bleed? See, I'm tired of searching for someone that I used to be Feels like I'm falling again, but I'm already on my knees Well, I thought you could fix this, but it's in the way I bleed Where do I go now, when all...

Sent a postcard to you today from the wind-ridden coast It reads, "As much as I hate it right now, I'm not coming home" I could lie and say I'll try my best, but I'm tired of holding hope I still remember being too damn young and playing on the road Then we'd sit on...