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One Night, Nothing Right
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October 2011 Like the dusty part of my guitar i'm starting to fret,
took love out the bank now i'm drowning in debt,
not like i enjoyed any of it so i claim regret,
aim for the future that is where i'm dead set,
the same voice i hear is hard to ever write,
it's why i barely am able to sleep at night,
those damn bad wolves keep blowing with all their might,
i should just blow away with the bricks outta sight,
yet i stand my ground and take the bruises,
each one hurts more than before but i make no excuses,
what the fuck is winning when i'm who always loses,
and when did abuse become what i choose when,
i try to think of all the people i used to look up to,
once i hit my twenties i learned life is rough too,
one night or weekend with her is enough to,
have me opening up and finally being trustful.
