A tribute...
This is to some former friends of mine who probally won't read this journal. Part of me is craving my past, when I was less enlightened so to speak. Ignorant would be a better word. This was one of Alexandra's favorite songs. I remember I was in her room listening to it with her.. I can't remember if Caitlin broke up with me then.. I remember listening to it on the way to Virginia Beach.. I remember listening to it as I was arguing with Melanie after hearing news about something totally bogus. Stacy gave me the news.. and I think perhaps she was the most innocent of the group, as she had nothing to do with what happened, but regardless, it happened, and I lost contact.
Shinedown - .45
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
[CHORUS]
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
[CHORUS]
... Part of me wants to apologize for not being the person they agreed to, but that's not necessary. What's done is done.
Travis
Shinedown - .45
Send away for a priceless gift
One not subtle, one not on the list
Send away for a perfect world
One not simply, so absurd
In these times of doing what you're told
You keep these feelings, no one knows
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
And I'm staring down the barrel of a 45,
Swimming through the ashes of another life
No real reason to accept the way things have changed
Staring down the barrel of a 45
Send a message to the unborn child
Keep your eyes open for a while
In a box high up on the shelf, left for you, no one else
There's a piece of a puzzle known as life
Wrapped in guilt, sealed up tight
What ever happened to the young man's heart
Swallowed by pain, as he slowly fell apart
[CHORUS]
Everyone's pointing their fingers
Always condemning me
And nobody knows what I believe
I believe
[CHORUS]
... Part of me wants to apologize for not being the person they agreed to, but that's not necessary. What's done is done.
Travis