This Song Is A Mess But So Am I Lonely Way
When he closes his eyes he sees the things that he
pretended. When he closes his eyes he sees the things he
knows to well. He said that it took three times to get it
right and the love of his life died. Aching bones carry a
weight they never should have known. He falls apart. The
stuttering of a groaning heart. When he closes his eyes
he sees those things he knows to well and that grief is a
full time job you learn to live with. His radio plays
songs while he sleeps a chance to fill emptyness with
something. Relief might not come, it might not cure
lonelyness but it gives him a time to forget.
