Whiskey by my side I recapture old thoughts
whilst attempting to put new ones into words.
The night wind carries a breath of fresh air
into the room, but the thoughts remain stale.
I had a moment strumming on my guitar,
when i felt so lost, as if mourning a loss.
And i searched for answers in the random
lyrics, furious that they lead me back to you.
I pause and muse on the audaciousness
of the momentary heartbreak.
Running logical patterns and trains of thought
putting 2 and 2 that just doesn't equal 4.
Feedback from the amp shakes the foundation
of thought and consciousness sets in.
In the end, the breadcrumbs lead me right
back to you.