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coolhand92 said:
04-15-2014 07:29 PM
Bud Mud
This street is my burning hell
This hammer is my wedding bell
Ringing out the best of me
I’m married to all I’ll ever be
Born into dust
Faded to bone
Lost from lust
And jaded from stone
This is me
And I made it alone
I had my shot, and the arrow flew
Curved right around, and missed you
Now I’m alone in my room, with wicked thoughts riding brooms.
Rain out the days that I’ve spent here
Wash away the sweat from my ears
My hard hat drips what I stand for
Leading me through my six day war
Sometimes I lay awake,
Dreaming of youth
Drowning in aches
And running from truth
I had my shot, and the arrow flew
Curved right around, and missed you
Now I’m alone in my room, with wicked thoughts riding brooms.
When Five o’ clock comes I look for the throttle
Maybe tonight I’ll find a smile with a bottle.
What I could have been, I’ve learned to let go
What I am, I yearn to know.
I’m getting old, I can’t watch that
All I got is this hard hat
I had my shot, and the arrow flew
Curved right around, and missed you
Now I’m alone in my room, with wicked thoughts riding brooms.
I had my shot, and the arrow flew
Curved right around, and missed you
Now I’m alone in my room, with wicked thoughts riding brooms.
Kerri Faye Yates said:
04-30-2014 11:59 AM
Hey, this is good! Has a lot of great imagery. Personally, I really love "Sometimes I lay awake/dreaming of youth/drowning in aches/and running from truth." That is really awesome wording.
~Kerri Faye