I don't like to fall asleep, it never came to me that easily anyways. So I stay awake, watch the sun come up, start another day. Two sips of coffee and a cigarette, thinking about the days before we'd ever met. Who I was then, something I can't let myself forget again. It's hard to say what little things are gonna pull you through your days.
I'm going back in time to the farm as a boy. My father built big toys out of scrap metal and my momma danced with me in the dining room. In that old haunted house, sometimes I swear that I still live there now. I'd like to think I can look back and cherish all your faces. If I can rest my head in memories, I can let myself begin again. So why can't we let ourselves begin again?
released September 23, 2011
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