Killing Time with You

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 5pm when we ordered a beer
humble happy hour
and the path was clear

8pm then rolled around
the deals ran out
now it's time to bounce.

It was 10pm when you gave me a sign
take you to the dance floor
you'd be mine oh mine.

12pm we had a long drunk talk
diggin real deep
because we couldn't walk

At 1am I said I loved you
At 1:01 you said you loved me too
At 1:04 I threw up on the floor
and by 1:15 we started drinking more.

and my phone says that at 2am
Our wild ride finally met it's end
stumbled out and called a cab
and we didn't even close our tab

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Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you.

It was 9am when I felt a kiss
my favorite furry friend
had to take a piss

10am I was in the bowl
wishing last night
wouldn't take it's toll

It was 11am when you took my place
Neither of us ever
learned the meaning of pace

but at noon I said I loved you
you mumbled out a soft love you too
at 12:03 we hammocked in the tree
and I realized there's no where I'd rather be.

Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Don't believe it, but it's true.
Some of the best days of my life were hungover
Killing time right next to you

This is the best day of my life and I'm hungover
but I'm hungover in this hammock with you.

Midnight Conversations

When will I tire
of these fake conversations,
that spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

I'm a patient of my patience
and I'm feeling kinda sore,
But these words keep dragging on
and they leave me wanting more.

When will I say
that I've had just bout enough?
That I'm feeling kinda rough
about all that unsaid stuff.

If you were sitting right here,
under the influence of a beer
I'd tell you how I fell,
but now I'm failing just to tell:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

When will I tire
Of these fake conversations
That spin round in my head for an unfortold duration

It's a fight near every night.

And I'm feel pretty sick
But the mind knows what it wants
And these thoughts are getting thick.

When will I say
that our time was not yet through?
We had so much more do
where it'd be just me and you.

If you were sitting right here,
I'd tell you with a tear
that I wont just let you go
that I wanted you to know:

How good it was
How good it'd be
Where we would go
and what we'd see.

It's just a midnight conversation
that I'm having in my head
lying sleepless in my bed

thinking what I would have said.

It's just a sleepless night's frustration
as I don't pick up the phone
and I don't drive to your home
and I leave you all alone.

Now I'm begging for salvation
that my mind will just move on
stop feeling like a pawn
sacrificed and then it's gone.

Its just a midnight conversation
In this sleepless night's frustration
Left me begging for salvation
As I'm thinking all about:

How good it was
How good it'd be
How the sun and the moon and this whole wide world

were rooting for you and me.

How good it'd be.

How great it'd be.

Forever unpublished

Where do I start?

To approach such a love

a feeling anointed

like it's touched from above.

Though I've wrote it, I've spoke it,

the heart's never heard.

of a certain four letters

that spell a new word.

It's love that I feel,

and it's love that I felt.

Though our time is now over

To the thought I have knelt.

It's freeing

It's chaining

Like being cleansed

while it's raining

The roaming,

not knowing

has both hurt me

and honed me.

Through a rambling body,

a message so clear.

the mind has now latched

to the one I held dear.

I've tried so hard

to build back a wall

to push out my thoughts

and never to fall. 

But one night in OK

was all it would take

an honest affair 

left my heart for the take.

We spoke just once,

but it's heard yet again.

and over and over

Like I'm frozen back then.

As the sunset came down

under the pink and the red

it was the honesty shared

that filled up my head

Never before 

and never again

had we spoken so freely

had we broken our bread

and when I lay down

to sleep for the night

it's that very day

that just doesn't sit right

I said what I needed,

but not what I should

Should have told you I loved you

More than I knew that I could.

Reunited

Well here we are
here we stand
or maybe sit
or dance in hand

but no matter how
there'll be a when
when we'll be once more
together again.

Has it really been long?
Or just so appear?
Though time's gone by
it's duration, unclear.

What do I say?
It plagues this poor mind.
For though there've been many,
they're ne'er so kind.

This moment has plagued me,
It's come to my dreams.
In every reaction,
the heart's torn to seams.

Because there's just nothing to say
that's been unrevealed.
Only one solemn note
that this old love's concealed.

I'd like to say thanks
for the good times and bad.
Though our past's long gone,
They've been the best I had.

No Regrets

Well when you woke up,
I could see in your eyes.
A simple despair of confusion comprised.
You said not a word,
but I felt in my heart,
that this would not be a great day in your chart.

And I asked, in a hush, a whisper at best,
oh darling, oh baby, what do you regret?
you said with a sigh, and a petulant face,
"I regret that first date and then all of the rest."

She ran out the door
with her shoes in her hands.
I sat in my bed 'till the door I heard slam.
But I just got dressed,
and I took my dog out.
Life is too short to just sit here and pout.

No regrets, on my bets or at least just not yet,
If you keep moving on, no you won't stop and fret
No regrets, on my bets or at least just not yet.
We'll do what we'll do but our past it is set.

I've made mistakes,
in the choices I've made.
Stayed when I shouldn't, gone and not stayed.
But there is a blessing,
in each foul choice,
A lesson I've learned, and of this I rejoice.

So I ask, when I'm doubting, if it's worth it all.
though I know, in my soul, that it is alright.
When it hurts, when it's broken, it's not done yet.
My heart's strong enough to go fight the good fight.

Each broken heart,
has yet come to a mend
and it's ever stronger when it reaches it's end.
There is a reason, we do what we do.
It's farther beyond me, it's further than you.

So, no regrets, on my bets or at least just not yet,
If you keep moving on, no you won't stop and fret
No regrets, on my bets or at least just not yet.
We'll do what we'll do but our past it is set.

Just So Right

Woke up this morning,
sunlight shining through the window.
The dog was still snoring
and I've never felt more at home.

This life's so hard,
but I'm moving along.
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

The drums tap on,
as my baby starts to wake
and I feel their beat
as the daylight starts to break.

Then the bass lines start
as the dog peaks a glance.
They're slow and they're steady
as the new day starts to dance.

This life so hard,
but I'm moving along,
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

And the chords start going
as the room starts glowing
and the love is a-flowing
with my beauty by my side.

And in my head I'm grooving
to a song that is so soothing.
So when she starts a-moving,
I've got a smile I can't hide.

It's just
so
right.
To be
free
from the
night.

The music picks up
as a tail begins to wag.
The tempo is increasing
with the jingle of her tag.

There's a full song pause...

...as my girl opens her eyes.
Then it all starts again
under the early morning skies.

This life's so hard,
but I'm moving along.
But just this morning,
it feels like a reggae song.

We hit a minor chord
as we think about the day,
about the jobs we must do
and the bills we must pay.

There's that full song pause...

...as we get on out of bed.
And we both call in sick
to hit the beach instead.

It's just
so
right.
To be
free
from the
night.

This life's so easy
when we're moving right along.
If we live each every day
just like our reggae song.

Clover

As I walked cross the street, a black cat came and blocked out my path,
my eyes met the cat's and so quickly i'd taken his wrath.

I carried this leaf in my pocket for over a year.
whether three leaves or four, my luck's just not been all too clear.

I'm starting to think that these clouds may never clear up.
and I've taken to looking at life through the end of a cup.

While I can't say that things have improved, I feel just a bit less removed.

And my work is a bore,
and my home is a chore,
and I'm starting to think I cant take it no more.
My luck's running thin,
so I'll just start again,
cause I'm tired of sitting here wondering when

my clover will grant me some luck.
cause I'm feeling just rather stuck.

And nothing's been right since you left me behind in that bar.
And nothing's felt worse than each time that I open that scar.

I'm surrounded by people that try me but I know the game.
I smile and wave, just so they won't know who is to blame.

The smile defends me, but I know it's telling a lie.

I'm falling and breaking but I know I'm too bold to die.

So I loaded my gun and I followed that old trail again.
And I found that black cat and said "so nice to see you again"

And I shot that damn cat, dead, right on the side of the path.
I am the master and this time it'd taken my wrath.


And my soul will be free
cause my mind has lost me.
and I just think I have started my luck crime spree.
My luck's running wild,
I think I just smiled
and I'm as happy as I've been since I was a child.

The clover burned pretty well,
They'll need that luck in hell!

Because...

It wasn't the luck of the clover or stupid cat's wrath,

That haunted me sorely since that cold night out on the path!

It's always the memory of you, of what i wished I could do.

Painting

Good hate is relentless,
It just has to be.

It's constant and seething.
Or it never succeeds.

Hate is like painting
your clear window black.

Each coat after coat
To fill every crack.

But if you stop painting
For even a day

The paint will start chipping
And all fade away.

Hate is created,
we put up the paint
But love is eternal
From scorching to faint.

Love is the light
That seeks out these cracks
Piercing the windows
We've slathered in black.

One day I'll stop painting
But today's not that day.
For now I'm just happy
To find your love's ray.

To Robby and Holly

There's a hurricane brewing,
but you wont see the rain.
You wont see the flooding,
never sorrow or pain.

But still there's a force
that's rampant and free.
I'm sure you all feel it
as I'm sure you all see.

It's love, yes love,
we see on this day
in these two special people
that have stepped from the fray.

For years now I've watched
as they've smiled, they've laughed.
As I've seen their love grow
with each day that has passed.

My two friends just married
and it fills up my heart
to see here today
what I saw from the start.

That love. That love.
That fills up this room.
That mirroring magic
shared by bride and by groom.

So I say raise a glass!
Yes stand up, please stand up!
May we cheer for this marriage
as we drink from our cups.

A cheer for this couple,
true love to the core.
A cheer for this night
and to so many more.

Hear, hear!

Life is a River

Sometimes I feel like I'm on a raft
and my life is a river,
or maybe a rapid.
Sometimes I'm alone,
alone on a raft.
I have no oar.
It's cold, just too cold.
Then I fall over,
alone in the river.

I'm drowning in frigid water,
but mom always said I was a good swimmer.
Sometimes I'm drowning.
Sometimes I swim.
All on the river alone.

Sometimes I feel like I'm on a raft
and my life is a river,
or maybe a rapid.
Sometimes I'm joined,
there's friends on the raft.
We all have an oar.
It's cold, still so cold.
but the excitement keeps us warm.
We hit sharp rocks,
its felt with a thud.
A few well-placed strokes,
sends us on to calm water.
Sometimes it's rocks.
Sometimes it's calm water.
We're all on a raft,
on the river together.

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in the water
and my life is a river

that's nearing a cliff.
I hear the falls crashing.
I swim, I swim, but move ever closer.
My limbs are just burdens,
as I near the fall.
Sometimes it scares me.
Sometimes it's okay.
Life is a river
and we all face the falls.

Sometimes I feel like I'm riding a tube
and my life is a river
that moves like a snake.
The sun sears the flesh
The water tickles toes.
There's others around me,
more tubes by my side.
The rum is too potent,
but the coke is too mellow.
We bask in the day,
just steered by the water.
Sometimes I'm burnt,
Sometimes I'm tanned,
We never forget
those days on the river.

Sometimes I'm longing
for a trip on that tube.
Sometimes I still
end up on the raft.
A raft on the rocks,
a tube in the sun.
Sometimes I am paddling
Sometimes I just drift.
Sometimes I feel like my life is a river.
Most days I feel like my life is a river.

Builders and Breakers

The builder builds,
The breaker breaks,
when the good times falter,
the whole world shakes.

The builder builds,
but the breaker they'll be,
as the breakers turn rubble
into something to see.

As time beats on,
the rubble gets larger,
with each new structure
on the bones of the martyrs.

There are builders that stopped,
built once and then stayed.
There are breakers unceasing,
the torn and betrayed.

but most of the builders
will break in their time,
as the breakers will build,
and their hearts they will mime.

This cycle, this hell,
is just self-inflicted.
It's the pursuit of what's better,
that's left them conflicted.

Each breaker must face
their own batch of rubble,
each builder endures
their own breed of trouble.

It's karmatic at times
this beauty and torture
the builders and breakers
in states of pure torpor.

But the builders and breakers,
together it seems
are really just trying
to chase down their dreams.

They just can't be sure
of what nobody knows.
Is happiness discovered,
or does it just grow?

The builders will build,
together, each stone.
But the breakers keep breaking,
though they work just alone.

In time, fear not breakers,
you'll build once again.
But think hard on ye builders,
of what can be round the bend.