Sick Of Dreaming
Yep, another love-sick entry.
He's going to be here on Friday night. I couldn't be more ecstatic. Every day has been a challenge. Constantly, I have to keep occupied so the time doesn't come to a stand-still. I couldn't even give a shit that I'm playing a gig. And, just like the drive up to Kennewick, each hour is a triumph. And as the days/hours pass, like the mile-posts on I-84, I breath a sigh of relief and longing. Yes, my Volvo was barrelling through each stretch of highway at top speeds, each album meant a significant amount of time was behind me, and the voices of Jesicka Fodera, Melora Creager, James Hetfield, Glen Danzig and Spencer Moody seemed to cheer me on. But god damn, did that last 30 miles seem take longer then the 236 before it.
Jesus Christ, I've gone mad. Mad in ways that I don't want to be. Oh Lexi, your little rock n' roll heart is all tangled in knots.
Just shoot me in the head, because (like Ville Valo says) this happiness is killing her. Man, next thing ya know...
Please don't let this end in me surrounded by empty bottles and half-a-heart. Again.
He's going to be here on Friday night. I couldn't be more ecstatic. Every day has been a challenge. Constantly, I have to keep occupied so the time doesn't come to a stand-still. I couldn't even give a shit that I'm playing a gig. And, just like the drive up to Kennewick, each hour is a triumph. And as the days/hours pass, like the mile-posts on I-84, I breath a sigh of relief and longing. Yes, my Volvo was barrelling through each stretch of highway at top speeds, each album meant a significant amount of time was behind me, and the voices of Jesicka Fodera, Melora Creager, James Hetfield, Glen Danzig and Spencer Moody seemed to cheer me on. But god damn, did that last 30 miles seem take longer then the 236 before it.
Jesus Christ, I've gone mad. Mad in ways that I don't want to be. Oh Lexi, your little rock n' roll heart is all tangled in knots.
Just shoot me in the head, because (like Ville Valo says) this happiness is killing her. Man, next thing ya know...
Please don't let this end in me surrounded by empty bottles and half-a-heart. Again.