Hold On

With Charcoal eyes and Monroe hips
She went and took that California trip
Well, the moon was gold,
Hair like wind
She said don't look back just
Come on Jim

.....

By a 99 cent store she closed her eyes
And started swaying
But it's so hard to dance that way
When it's cold and there's no music
When your old hometown is so far away
But, inside your head there's a record playing

......

Well I guess there are some things I can't change.
 time to pick up and start over...again
bitterness will help noone
it's when things are lowest that everything seems so clear

ugh. I hate depressing posts.
but when things are going well
 ain't nobody got time to blog


left in the rubble I guess now Ill have time for everything I didn't before
It is a cleansing fire :)

that said... I can't wait to leave this place