I Hate... Poem
People always said that hindsight's twenty-twenty
And when it comes to mistakes in love girl I've got plenty
But the one that sticks out the most in my mind
Is the night I left you standing on the front porch crying
Living for the day I could make it all up to you
Till you're back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till you're back in my arms I'll be all lonesome till then
And honey I won't eat and I won't even sleep
I'll be walking these soles off of both of my feet
Till you're back in my arms, back in my arms again
Well I'm getting to know this old town l
And when it comes to mistakes in love girl I've got plenty
But the one that sticks out the most in my mind
Is the night I left you standing on the front porch crying
Living for the day I could make it all up to you
Till you're back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till you're back in my arms I'll be all lonesome till then
And honey I won't eat and I won't even sleep
I'll be walking these soles off of both of my feet
Till you're back in my arms, back in my arms again
Well I'm getting to know this old town l
Nostalgia
Voices heard in fields of green
Their joy their calm and luxury
Are lost within the wanderings of my mind
I'm cutting branches from the trees
Shaped by years of memories
To exorcise their ghosts from inside of me
The sound of waves in a pool of water
I'm drowning in my nostalgia