A dark night, deserted road
Empty town, no place to go
It’s nights like this,
Nights like this
Rain comin’ down, cleanse the world
Crazy thoughts, mind in a swirl
It’s nights like this,
Yeah, nights like this when the lonely hits.
She ain’t comin’ back,
No use in tryin’
Screwed up, I missed my chance
A piece of my soul is dyin’
It’s nights like this
Yeah, it’s nights like this
It’s nights like this when the lonely hits.
Brown box full of memories
Try to forget, can’t let go
It’s nights like this,
Nights like this.
Oh, I’m sorry for the things I put you through
Can’t believe the things I said to you
I’d be happy with one
Last
Kiss…
But she ain’t comin’ back.
There’s no use in tryin’
I screwed up and missed my chance
I can feel inside I’m dy-in’
It’s nights like this
Whoa-oh it’s nights like this
Yeah it’s nights like this
When the lonely hits.
5/24/2011
© 2007-2011 Jacob Tauer
This information is not to be used in any form, online or off, without the express permission of the author.
5.24.2011
4.18.2011
Stumbling
Golden sky, Bright Blue sun
Green asphalt, Black grass
Plumes of Fiery Red smoke
Heat radiating from dark, unseen fire.
Gold is Blue is Green is Black is Red is
Transparent.
Invisible, unseen danger.
Blind to threats, all surrounded.
Hit with Red rocks of life,
Drawing Gray emotional blood.
Stumbling.
Trying to break free,
Running into barbed fences,
Fences made of nothing.
Fighting torturous demons,
Demons only in the mind.
Stumbling.
Falling.
A hand reaching out,
Cold, harsh hand,
Pulling out of the darkness
Into the light.
Standing.
Opening of eyes,
Viewing the world,
Too large, too scary.
Can’t walk alone.
Stumbling.
Falling.
Crashing.
Life.
Living.
Alive.
4/18/2011
Green asphalt, Black grass
Plumes of Fiery Red smoke
Heat radiating from dark, unseen fire.
Gold is Blue is Green is Black is Red is
Transparent.
Invisible, unseen danger.
Blind to threats, all surrounded.
Hit with Red rocks of life,
Drawing Gray emotional blood.
Stumbling.
Trying to break free,
Running into barbed fences,
Fences made of nothing.
Fighting torturous demons,
Demons only in the mind.
Stumbling.
Falling.
A hand reaching out,
Cold, harsh hand,
Pulling out of the darkness
Into the light.
Standing.
Opening of eyes,
Viewing the world,
Too large, too scary.
Can’t walk alone.
Stumbling.
Falling.
Crashing.
Life.
Living.
Alive.
4/18/2011
© 2007-2011 Jacob Tauer
This information is not to be used in any form, online or off, without the express permission of the author.
3.21.2011
Drugs
The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
I can’t believe the way that she
Decides to run my life
Drivin’ me crazy
And yet
She’s the only thing keeping me
From pulling that wheel
Runnin’ off the road
To disaster
The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
My parents warned me of
The dangers:
Booze and drugs
Rock and sex
My conscience is hardly keeping me
From downin’ that bottle
Shootin’ up ice
Headed down that alley
To disaster
The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
Author's Statement: The author in no way, shape, or form advocates drug use except when prescribed by a medical doctor or taken according to directions. Depression, bipolar disorder, addiction and other mental health issues are extremely serious. If you suspect you suffer from any of these afflictions, please see you medical health professional as soon as possible.
Posted 3-21-11. Original date of authorship unknown.
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
I can’t believe the way that she
Decides to run my life
Drivin’ me crazy
And yet
She’s the only thing keeping me
From pulling that wheel
Runnin’ off the road
To disaster
The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
My parents warned me of
The dangers:
Booze and drugs
Rock and sex
My conscience is hardly keeping me
From downin’ that bottle
Shootin’ up ice
Headed down that alley
To disaster
The Advil they call drowsiness
Morphs into Vicodin they call sleep
It all “lasts 8 hours” but nothing kills
The pain deep inside, within me.
Author's Statement: The author in no way, shape, or form advocates drug use except when prescribed by a medical doctor or taken according to directions. Depression, bipolar disorder, addiction and other mental health issues are extremely serious. If you suspect you suffer from any of these afflictions, please see you medical health professional as soon as possible.
Posted 3-21-11. Original date of authorship unknown.
© 2007-2011 Jacob Tauer
This information is not to be used in any form, online or off, without the express permission of the author
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