So i broke her heart like that, right there in the driveway. One hundred bad reasons all rehearsed through summer season. And it's not alright for me to walk like this. Hunching over like the bad man carrying weight through the bad lands.
Honey, you were merely a transition. From lonely, to better. And from this point on, I'm honestly honest. Lacking of all inspiration.
And the last thing she said to me tonight was "i don't wanna just end up another song in another notebook you've been recording at another studio on another sober day between the haze of your drunken ways."
so maybe i'm a problem starter. sniffing glue and problem drinking. but these legs of mine can't kick no more, so he's sinking into his reclining chair. and i'm watching him throw away his old ways. relaxing into purity. and reclining. now channel flipping. now beer drinking. and now glue sniffing.
and god damn her voice is sad, but my face is smiling. so on and on, i'll be honestly honest.
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If you must keep breaking hearts to update this, I encourage and condone it.
xo
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