bad times.

i thought I wanted you but that wasn’t it
I chased after you for three months and a bit
I had you where I wanted you and couldn’t commit
I had to let you go now I feel like shit

It felt to good to be bad
it was the thrill of the hunt
didn’t mean to make you mad
why you being a… mean girl…


music history.

guitar when i was 16.
learned to play some chords
hung out with my friends
played some songs when we were bored 

guitar got put on the shelf
i got older made my life
got my first acoustic just before marrying my wife
in the night i strummed some chords but i was quiet and alone

just a simple way to pass the hours past midnight in my home
when i was 29 i decided to give it a real shot took lessons and practiced a lot
i met my friend dustin he had a band said i could play the bass cuz they needed a hand
played on stage for the first time

my knees were a chatter but we played well and had a good time. 



Kind of angry with pop music…

That hair, not real.
those clothes, chosen for them.
that smile, it’s real.
but it’s not for you.

it’s like, falling in love with plastic.
we can make it, anyway you want it.
we can even make, you think you can’t live without it.
but in the end, you just fell in love with plastic.

they sing a song, straight into your heart.
that song was written 1 billion teenage hearts

Silent, idle, and ignored.

society in first worlds have reached a point
where people have just enough to not become upset

We’re too afraid to step outside our comfort bubble
We’ve got a culture moderated by distraction

Too concerned with porn star kim kardassian

don’t be sad be mad and tell a legal voter to get up off their ass

wtf was I on when I wrote this?

i ordered your drink order at Starbucks without even thinking about it. 

If I knew what I know now I’d have asked every girl I met to see her tits. 

I’d look like an asshole but the law of probability also states that I’d see some tits.

dick in hand stroke it gently. my mind is non-functional listening intently.


sleep is a shark afraid I’ll see mr clark
a fight each night the dark then sunlight

I’m not a beast but not a priest
and in God we trust, well some of us

my faith is frayed faithless today
hard to believe doesn’t matter to me