You’re such a great guy, Pedro, hope they all treat you well.
thanks Daze…im off to sit in the sun now…
Nice. Enjoy. Good vitamin D.
the best love song lyrics ever:
If I could win ya, if I could sing ya
A love song so divine
Would it be enough for your cheating heart
If I broke down and cried? If I cried?
My favorite love song: The Rustic Overtones (very rare song)
Hundred miles away, memories stay
That covered bridge where our names are still engraved
You turned to go; I turned to leave
Then you turned to go, and I turned to leaves
In the cool shade of a sycamore tree,
I paint a perfect portrait of how it used to be
When I’m alone my mind it slows
You can paint a smiling face on a scarecrow
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state
In my head, it’s all I want to think about
But I stop instead, I got to learn to live without
It’ll be easier in the end
When I thought I lost another I can learn to lose a friend
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state
Under a stone in the back, I’ve grown a flower for you, dear
A flower that’s so beautiful it may now be flying up here
I water it every day and I rip out every weed
How could I just let it wilt, but it will for just a seed
But I know myself, I can’t be like that
I can’t help myself, I will always cry
Keep my frown in a jar on a shelf
Put on my favorite smile
So far away, in my high state
Read more: Rustic Overtones - Scarecrow Lyrics | MetroLyrics
@ChestRockwell your avatar freaks me the hell out.
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Here’s another good but sad one (Hell they all are)
I often wonder how can I be (and I am) the same person who went out for dancing goats coffee with Katie too respectful and shy to her advances, stood on the deck of the old house and commented on the absolute beauty of the slowly falling snow with downtown in the distance across the pond? That’s me, who I am, which I often feel is being ripped apart and compartmentalized by those around me in their own twisted and inaccurate way of trying to make sense of my fractured but at core intact self.
Try it bastards.