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Gutted

I was gutted, I felt soft. So I took to drinking with the hopes of getting lost. For when you’re always losing it’s hard to see your wins, then I start using and I’m numb again.

I’ve been highballing through a playground zone though I know there's nothing, nothing left for me there no more. At night I take to walking down lonely dead end roads with the hopes someone might catch me. God knows I won’t.

I often think I could hop on a plane and it all would go away, but I'd be a fool to think my burdens are something I don't carry. For I can’t leave them at the gate with the rest of my worries, they might not see me for a while, for I’ve gone in a hurry. They might not see me for a while, for I’ve gone in a hurry.

My name is something that my parents gave to me, but lately I disassociate when it’s hollered out at me. And I’ve been tangled up in the dichotomy, in the notion of the disbelief that what will be will be.

I often think I could hop on a plane and it all would go away, but I'd be a fool to think my burdens are something I don't carry. For I can’t leave them at the gate with the rest of my worries, they might not see me for a while, for I’ve gone in a hurry. They might not see me for a while, for I’ve gone in a hurry.

Not To Blame

It’s hard to watch you look away from me though I know I'm not to blame. The rivers thawed but you’re still frozen, the words I write to you are still the same. Why do you always get to be the child? We all want to play those foolish games. I’ve watched the time melt on by now, dripping down on me again

I may as well have been a winding road. You walked all on me just the same. Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls I didn’t know it was just a game. Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls I didn’t know it was just a game.

I hate the way you always make me feel. Well I hate feeling at all. You act as if you got the best of me, but we both know your acting small. Why do you always get to be the child? Your mama brought you up that way. I was raised to turn the other cheek and now all I’m left with is my own shame.

You walked all on me just the same. Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls I didn’t know it was just a game. Like a little girl with wide eyes and curls I didn’t know it was just a game.

Do You Think About Me At All

Just Like Leaving

The lights pouring through my window dressing everything all up in gold and I don’t know what I’m doing here. I left the howling winds and the prairies to find some kind of idea, am I full or am I empty?

Maybe I just like hurting, building up walls and then ripping them down with my own disposition. My own hurting masks the way I feel about the world and all the little things I wish were different

And I’ve been grieving since I left old Carolina. The bars on my window didn’t leave me safe at night. Now i’ve chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. Like a dram on a damn cold winters night.

Some things they just like leaving, like people love and money and I don’t know what it’s all running from. Perhaps the fear of splitting open, showing some parts of yourself that you don’t even really want to know.

And I’ve been grieving since I left old Carolina. The bars on my window didn’t leave me safe at night. Now I’ve chased your love cause I thought it might feel woolen. Like a dram on a damn cold winters night.

The Hand Of Your Raising

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising? I didn’t know you before I met you, and I don’t know if I know you now.

It was in the morning when you left, after a night of talking nonsense. I hated for you to leave that way but I watched you go nonetheless.

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor. Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before.

Should I have followed you out the door? Instead of holding it all open. Like the way that you held me not so long ago.

I wear my cards on my sleeve, but you leave yours in the shadows. Looming so deep and in darkness do you think that I could see?

Now I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor. Full of loaded words and nothing I ain't heard from you before. I feel red like the carpet on my bedroom floor, And I'm not sure how I should write you anymore.

Is it your nature to be kind, or just the hand of your raising?

Just Unwanted

What’s there left to water since all my leaves have gone dry now you won’t even write me, to hear me say goodbye. Has there ever been someone that you wanted more? Now tell me what did it feel like, when they wouldn’t knock at your door

Did you ever really need me, or was I just a fool who’s run out of luck? Or maybe just unwanted in the hands of my love

When I looked out this morning The sky was dark and it was grey. Just like the way i’ve been feeling, the shadows move in strange ways And now the only flowers that I ever see anymore Are the ones on my bedspread, for my dried leaves can’t grow

Did you ever really need me, or was i just a fool who’s run out of luck? Or maybe just unwanted in the hands of my love

Did you ever need me, or was i just a fool who’s run out of luck? Or maybe just unwanted in the hands of my love

Broke (When I Realized)

The house down the road, all gilded and old. Doe-eyed through the years I watched glad families come and go. But never as glad as mine, or the home that we’d grown. Until now I’d never longed for that house down the road.

As I faced the disappointment of my dug up kitchen floor, I surrendered to a silence that I could not hear before. Of a love that had come and gone. Decomposed so long ago I was met with the helplessness of being only 12 years old

The crack in my mother’s voice when he said he would not stay fed down into her tired heart, she did not want him to go away. The weight of the many tears she shed nearly woke me from my bad dream, and I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep. Oh I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep.

The crack in my mother’s voice when he said he would not stay fed down into her tired heart, she did not want him to go away. The weight of the many tears she shed nearly woke me from my bad dream, and I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep. Oh I broke when I realized I was yet to fall asleep.

All I Gave To You

You’re far off somewhere I’m dreaming of when I’ll be with you. In a small town somewhere all who I can think of is you.

You never paid me much time, time was all I gave to you. No money or gold it was the only currency I knew.
No money or gold it was the only currency I knew.

So I’ll watch you from afar sometimes I’ll pretend that I’m there with you, with the hopes that you might be pretending too. with the hopes that you might be pretending too.

In all the commotion I found you, all resting deeply in solitude. With no other by your side, I never meant to intrude.

You show up in all your kindness adorned by the light of noon. With your fiddle in hand I asked you to play for me a tune. With your fiddle in hand I asked you to play for me a tune.

So I’ll watch you from afar sometimes I’ll pretend that I’m there with you, with the hopes that you might be pretending too.

So I’ll watch you from afar sometimes I’ll pretend that I’m there with you, with the hopes that you might be pretending too. with the hopes that you might be pretending too.

Now She Knows What It Feels Like

Rolling like the fields she rolled alongside you. She was hurt when you traded her in to find someone new but now her longing days are over you didn’t think she would see this through. And now she can hardly remember what it feels like to love you.

That longing look down deep in your eyes was only fueled by the booze, after she had been denied by so many just like you. With your tongue in your cheek it was hard for her to see all the power that you abused. And know she knows what it feels like to fall out of love with you.