So, I'm going to use my blog to whore out my song-writing abilities. If you should happen to steal this, and get it on an album, I probably won't even be pissed. I'd be happy to know that this stuff is good enough to be stolen.



17 Long Days
If I were given life to do over again
And all I had was this pad and this pen
I’d still remember everything you said

If the moon and stars and skies and clouds
Stopped and wandered, cursed out loud
I’d still retain the words in my head

I remember when you said those words,
“Baby I love you, I’ll never let you go”
And then you let me go…..

It’s not like you meant anything,
You were just the most important thing in my life
You said you saw it in my eyes,
Those wonderful thoughts of love and hope and trust

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days

I won’t pretend that you meant nothing
And I won’t say that you were just a fling
Because my heart just won’t let the words come out

All this love and hope and trust and shit
Even if I didn’t realize it
Was the best thing ever to come my way

I remember when I said to you,
“Baby I love you, I’ll never let you go”
And I never will…..

It’s just that you meant so much,
To my heart my mind my soul and my life
And I thought I saw it in your eyes
Those made-up thoughts of love and hope and trust

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days

And here I am still waiting,
After those 17 long days
Wondering and debating
After these 17 long days

Even after these 17 days,
I’ll still say it, forever always
I. Love. You.

These flowers on the front porch,
Have been sitting here for 17 long days
The fire from this ever-burning torch,
Has been spat on, rained on for 17 long days
And the thought of you saying your last goodbye,
Has been playing in my head for 17 long days