January 2025

If there were words that I could sayI’d wish it all awayThe wounds that always return in flaresthe friends who never seem to care We’re all chewed upspat out like cudThe field’s worn throughand torn to mud We’ve got a chanceto start anewI’ll do my partand you’ll do yours too

I’ve been eating the career I could havebefore I even taste itI’ve been celebrating the chase I wonbefore I limbered upThereis so much that could be hadno limit to the ceilingThereis so much that could be hadand that’s why I be feeling like Hot shitYeah that’s itThe golden shotstraight up no mixUndefeated babyOh and Oh…

All alone as I sit on the cusp of a new yeara new eraWith so much love to give but no one to seek itor see meI used to ask how will I find the people for methat flippedBecause now I ask how will people find meif they need it. The internet brings the globe…