Although I may never tell you

Although I may never tell youAnd I hope you never knowJust how much sleep I am losingBut it’s hard for it not to show I was never great at pokerNor acting in a showThe time is getting shorterBefore I’ll uproots and go It may have always been temporaryI may have not been what you thoughtBut

Pretty pictures

You said that you saw a future for you and meThat our kids would be as happy as can beThat we would stick it out no matter what would unfoldThat is what you said when I needed to believe what I was told The pictures you’re painting are the prettiest things i’ve seenMy mind is

Lead me

I don’t need you to say you love meI don’t need you to say you careJust pour a glass of whiskeyAnd I’ll know the sentiment is thereSo just pour that glass of whiskeyAnd deal a hand or twoThen lead me where you want meI’ll always follow you So just lead me where you want meAll

I’d rather be in prison

I am being lead downAway from the judges viewApparently I am found guiltyBy the “honest” fewI thought I had actedWell within my rightsFor he’d taken pleasureFrom she who is my wife It just took a momentA moment of madness perhaps,To walk up behind himAnd knife him … in the back,I thought he was a friendClearly

A woman’s touch

There is nothing like a womans touch to ease a troubled manTo make a firm bed of rock from the shimmering sandAs little as your hand resting gently on my armcan bring me a moment of calmthere’s nothing like a woman’s touch to ease a troubled man A long hard day that didn’t pay enoughleft

Walking

This evening I went walkingWalking off all aloneI didn’t take a thingNot even my phone Walking just to pass some timeWalking to get some excerciseWalking to avoid hearing you talkSometimes it is just better to walk. No-one knows where I’m goingI didn’t know what to sayMy wages ran out this morningAnd I still had the

The failing bluff

Although I may never tell youAnd I hope you never knowJust how much sleep I am losingBut it’s hard for it not to show I was never great at pokerNor acting in a showThe time is getting shorterFor me to up and go Although I may never tell youAnd I hope you never knowJust how

The artist

The pictures you are painting Are prettiest things I’ve seen My minds already running, Hiding in the dream Though I suspect the hollow words Never once rang true All the rainbows colours are fading Falling into blue

The downward ride

I went for a ride Had somethings to confide There’s nothing better than the wind and the road Now work has been a pain, And all I can feel is rain And I really needed to lighten my load The Lady at home is ready to yell, The babies in bed not feeling to well

Married to a memory

Married to a memory.Till death waiting for you,Always honest and trueI’m married to the memory of you. At first I tried drinking you away,But it was just like hitting play,I tried moving somewhere newEach day I awoke to a familiar viewOne I take joy in waking up to,But I’m just living with the memory of