songs
so... i'm absolutely nothing of a health crusader any longer; like my life always seems to flow, i seem to always change. slowly sometimes, and some things that should have changed a long time ago never did and things that shouldn't have changed did and then changed back. of course, some things changed and stayed changed, but, i am once again a singer-songwriter. for so many years on prescription drugs i lost my songs, and i'm so happy they're back. it only took a few years off the drugs, a year and a half of non-stop hip hop/r&b/rap/pop, and having my heart broken a few score times.
it's good to be back. i even rap now :)
i wrote this song on monday, and it's stuck in my head.
(My Other Half)
without you i can do anything that i want
and without you i can go out with anyone
without you i can hang all i want in the tub
and without you i don't have to worry if it's love
but it's kind of lonely and my bed's so chilly
and i could use someone to count on
but it's hard to believe you exist
it's hard to believe that you're not just a figment of my
hyperactive technicolor imagination
convinced myself within a heartbeat you were coming
now i'm finding it hard to admit
i don't believe you exist
without you i get up, go to work most days
and without you i go out to the bar and play
without you i waste hours upon hours on mistakes
and without you everything's wasted anyway
though my heart's not free it won't come easily
and i so want to believe in you
but it's hard to believe you exist
it's hard to believe that you're not just a figment of my
hyperactive technicolor imagination
convinced myself within a heartbeat you were coming
now i'm finding it hard to admit
sick of all the same old stupid shit from neverending stupid guys
sick of getting shafted every time and sick of neverending lies
i'm so punch drunk i can't see straight
boy you should be here, you're late
and i am almost out of faith
and waiting
solo
but it's hard to believe you exist
it's hard to believe that you're not just a symptom of my
pain and prophesy dissecting to a splinter
i always knew that i was meant to face the winter
you could change all that and that's my wish
but it's hard to believe you exist
so hard to believe you exist






