Her Space

I'm picking up the phone and putting down this pen
To let you know I'm writing you again.
But it's not the same. The names have all changed,
And my best friend and ex-girlfriend aren't to blame.
I did this myself. It's a sick cry for help,
But it doesn't mean the situation's clean.

And you don't know me
But you owe me
A little time
To find some piece of mind





It's such a shame that the blame has somehow shifted to you.
We're both aware through the years that I've been messed up too,
And I shouldn't talk. I should stop. I'm digging deeper holes.
It just feels strange that I sing songs for another girl.

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[Lyrics from Her Space Holiday - My Girlfriend's Boyfriend]

I Look So Rad

Plaid is one of my obsessions.
I admit this without question.

Precisely Purple

I bought a bracelet for
You.
It's my favorite color.
Do you know what that is?
Magenta, Lime Green, Navy Blue.
None of these are true.
It's purple.
Precisely so.
I wonder, did I tell you
Before I had to go?
I really don't know.
All I remember is
Your constant calling me of
Miss.

[ALL CREDZ TO SORCHA!]

Never Guaranteed

There's nothing for me to say.
I mean, all we've got is today.

Withdrawal

I hate to admit it,
But I can't overcome this shit.
You're manipulative.
You're demanding.
Ugh, and never understanding.
You're beyond high maintenance.
You're self absorbed.
You're cunning.
You're smart.
I often wonder where's your heart?
But underneath all this,
There's something people miss.
You're terribly scarred
And insecure
And always unsure
And afraid
And nonchalant about living
I'm sure you're fed up with giving,
But I'm here,
Not there,
Not anywhere.
I'm here,
Because you want me to be.
And soon, you'll be done with me.
But I love you just the same
As if we weren't playing some game.

Drink, Drank, Drunk

Drinking is something I love and do.
No, it's more than that, my friend.
It's a sick addiction to keep my mind off you.

Bad Luck

I heard a couple stories today.
Both were full of sadness and pain.
The first was about a child,
Whose spirit was quite wild.
Yet, somehow...
Something happened to her.
A stroke; a spinal one.
God, she was only seven.
Isn't that the age of heaven?
Where innocence is an all time high
While parents just smile and sigh?
Speaking of parents, I know a daddy
Who's big and strong and tall,
But something took that all.
Around here, we call it Black Lung.
It makes men wish they'd been hung.
Slow and painful is its game,
Leaving loved ones to watch
Their withering remains.
It's an emotional roller coaster that no one's prepared to ride,
But all any of us can do is just be by their side.