The bar that you set is high
With golden bottles of Jack Daniels
That raise the spirits up to the sky
And then chug them down like midnight rain in a graveyard of ghosts
I’ve got two barrels of love pointed straight at my brain
When I think of you baby
All the words we played with
All the games that changed us
And the looks from gilded, gated eyes
I’ve got a mess in my life and it’s name is the same as yours
Love
Love stinks
Like vomit burning your nose after a night on the town
I wanna soothe these wounds
But you’re a poisoned blade
And the only cure is getting back
To you

January ice bites at my feet like the dogs of hell
February sun teases like marionette chocolate
March rides the waves of emotion
And April just wants to get back at you
May never forgets spicy chicken sandwiches
And June just doesn’t come soon enough
July burns bright and cauterizes my soul
August is a month for flogging myself for ever letting you go
September, September I just want to be dismembered
October haunts me slow
November remembers the end of the show
And December brings presents of another day to let go

Somehow you wiggle into my thoughts
Each and everyday
It doesn’t matter if I’m down with the sickness or celebrating the joy of not being fileted
Hollow chambers are my shackled heart
And if I don’t see you soon
A dollar eighty will forever set us apart
That’s young guns wild child
That’s truth in the form of a shotgun
So now I ponder
And again…I wait
Is it worth blackmail or treason to date?
All I know
Is I’m sick of being alone
And that I’ve got to get back
To my hearts home