Where Words Fail
“AJ had totally ruined my good mood after last night’s drunken fuck. So what did I do since we’re moving and I very well can’t run to a bar and do it all over again? I grabbed my acoustic and made my way to the bedroom. Halfway there I remembered that I had written something and shoved it in my jeans last night. So I grabbed that and continued on my way.Unfolding the napkin I was surprised by how neat it was after that many drinks and how good it actually looked like it would sound. Sitting on the bed, I slid back and rested my back against the wall with my guitar across my lap. I began strumming to what I had written. The lyrics made me shiver and wonder why the hell I was thinking about Jameson’s eyes while I was writing them and what the hell they even meant. Your eyes they haunt my dreamsClouding up my realityPlease just let me run awayPlease just let me forgetI just need a little whiskey, babyJust a little to take the pain awayBaby won’t you be my whiskey dream‘Cause you’re bette...r than my, sober reality I went on and on for hours before I finally got it right.MoreLess
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