Saturday, November 28, 2015
Sara Bareilles - Come Round Soon (at Radio City Music Hall 10/9/13)
I could use another cigarette
But don't worry daddy, I'm not addicted yet
One too many drinks tonight and I miss you
Like you were mine
All your stormy words have barley broken
You've sound like thunder though you barley spoken
Oh, it look rain tonight and thank God
Cause a clear sky just wouldn't feel right
He's taken and leaving
But I keep believing
I'm staying believing
HE's GOING TO COME AROUND SOON
You may be my final match
Cause I chase everything when you play throw and I play catch
Never took much to keep me satisfied
But the bullshit you feed me, you miss me you need me
this HUNGRY heart will not subside
He's taking and leaving
BUT I KEEP BELIEVING
I'm STAYING believing
He's going to come around soon
May seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I am just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I am watching you go
aren't tearing me apart
I may seem naive if I cry as you leave
Like I am just one more tortured heart
These cracks that I show as I am watching you go
Aren't tearing me apart
The angles said I'd smile today
Well who needs angles anyway
Not me, not me, NOT ME
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Letting Go
It has been a year ago today that we said goodbye to our Grumps. Still as sad as it was 365 days ago. Missed! Loved! Cherished!
We all did our own little things to honor our missing loved one. Us girls, released a balloon and watched them float upward and away.
Hoping that he knew we were thinking of him. Hoping that he has seen our new Lizzy. Hoping he knew how much he is loved and missed!
Each of us girls had a story about how upset we were about accidentally losing a balloon as a child.
At our small ages, it seemed as if it were the biggest deal...the end of the world.
How ironic, older and grown, it took us four times to say ...at a count of three we would let go together.
Somethings are impossible to let go of, people and the memory of them, is just one of those such impossible things.
We all did our own little things to honor our missing loved one. Us girls, released a balloon and watched them float upward and away.
Hoping that he knew we were thinking of him. Hoping that he has seen our new Lizzy. Hoping he knew how much he is loved and missed!
Each of us girls had a story about how upset we were about accidentally losing a balloon as a child.
At our small ages, it seemed as if it were the biggest deal...the end of the world.
How ironic, older and grown, it took us four times to say ...at a count of three we would let go together.
Somethings are impossible to let go of, people and the memory of them, is just one of those such impossible things.
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