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20141018-150805.jpgSitting in bed, beer in hand, wishing away the time.

The beer would be better out of the bed,

And the bed would be better with a boy.

Sitting in bed, guitar in hand, wanting a little more time.

The song would be better on a stage instead,

And the bed would be better at night.

 

To Hands Who Hurt

Shattered

Arms length doesn’t mean you get to

break my bones to get closer to me.

Have you ever felt your neck

pop as your head hits the floor?

One kiss doesn’t mean you get to

rip out every breath that I breath.

Have you ever felt your spine

ache from all the nights before?

Silence isn’t yes when

I’m afraid to tell you no.

Have you ever missed another hurt

who hurt less than today?

“I don’t want you” isn’t code for

“Never let me go.”

Have you ever felt another’s sin

and shouldered all the shame?