Tag Archives: The Cure
I should probably put the pen down, because I might make a mess, but there’s a few things here, I want to confess. I just dyed my hair, because I thought I saw a random grey, I bought new jeans … Continue reading
And it’s Friday night, And i’m driving around, And “that song” came on, And suddenly it’s 2004 again, And he was going to be a rock star, And he played bass until his fingers bled, And his band became family, … Continue reading
You said you don’t walk a straight line, I kinda knew that, I smiled. I said I don’t walk a straight line either, You kinda knew that, You smiled. Our yellow brick roads are not completely different, and not completely … Continue reading
I’d like to pay homage, to the following men, those I wish, to never see again. The one who flirted with the waitress, the one who may have been racist, the one in love with his ex, the one who … Continue reading
Let me take you back, about a month or two, I had a horrendous cold, though felt more like the flu. I could barely leave the bathroom, let alone comb my hair, and needed to go to the pharmacy, the … Continue reading
I wrote a song about you, it wasn’t good. The rhythm was off, the melody too complicated. I didn’t know how to end it, so I just let it fade.