I found Sheryl Crow's CD Tuesday Night Music Club when i was about 11 or 12. It's my daddy's. He doesn't love it as much as i do.
I still love most of the songs in it. When i was younger i dreamed i'd be cool enough to be down and out and drinking beer in a bar with a man named William.
That i'd be cool, beautiful, strong and romantic.
Here i am at 25 still thinking the same thing. That one day i'd be cool, beautiful, strong and romantic.
I've been going back to the good old nineties because i had such hope then. I think, I dont know anymore nowadays.
Im losing it. I've always been losing it. But just a little bit more today.
So run baby run.
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