But I don’t want a love story Another adventure I don’t want you to not be able to live without me … Maybe I used to Maybe I even sold that When I was younger …
I’ve sat in funeral homes And hospitals I know what’s coming I’m hyper aware That love doesn’t win That life is just really really hard I want a love life, not a story I want to build I want both of us to be able to stand And when life gets bad To stand And when it falls apart To rebuild What’s been broken —— I wasn’t always this way There isn’t love letters There isn’t flowers For that Poetry doesn’t sell it Lifetime didn’t film it It’s unpopular We want to obsess And worship And we want partners to be ok with us no matter what While we say we don’t need anybody and maybe we don’t …maybe we truly don’t deserve anyone… But we need goals We need partnership We need to build We need responsibility We need accountability Ownership We need intimacy We need power —— It’s the kind of understanding That makes you an adult Knowing that your parents are just like you…trying their best … Knowing that your worst day hasn’t even happened yet But it’s coming Your parents will die Your children will die Your partner will die You will lose …. How will we stand Against all odds It’s not arrogance It’s knowing And preparing —— I want that
Remember our younger days When we had all the time by the throat, Remember when we had the sun and the moon and the stars And we gave them names And all of the names were yours, Once in a while I still see you But it’s just cigarette ash That ghost of a memory —— Pick up your bones Get out of the dirt In a world where We could have been anything We became nothing And we burned the city down Just to have something easy to blame Because we became afraid of our reflection in the bottom of the glass So anxious Afraid of responsibility We couldn’t even be touched by the rain —— We laugh and we joke Our backs against the wall We have no use and no direction No goals No ambition Only certain suspicion That we are out of time —— I’ve seen business owners Work until their bodies broke down We all sacrifice on our way up and our way down I’ve seen young men Never begin Their grave is right where they are Oh child You have to begin Consistency is your greatest utility Make sure you direct it Because you’re using it Already It’s making roots Build your momentum It’s the little things That make your way —— I poured my coffee I cleaned my room How are you going to save the world If you can’t even free yourself? From the debt and the sin The Devil is a liar my friend We all have to begin —— I wanted hope I wanted to build I wanted to help you out But I can’t just hang around I’m building something You know I’ll be back around —— All the time is going to pass Are we going to be the same In ten and twenty What if we did every thing we should What if we did everything we could —— Am I any better than I was Am I any better than I’ll be Am I closer to something I think I can see —— You have to begin You have to put those questions down You have to start walking Building your momentum —— Remember our younger days When we had all the time by the throat, Remember when we had the sun and the moon and the stars And we gave them names And all of the names were yours…
“You work for ME…” It was the first time I’d come face to face with my father…I was probably 15 or sixteen… Now every pay day I would bring him my paycheck and he would count it out and hand me twenty dollars, pausing…just before saying… something that would cut me up inside… I never came to blows with a man… I usually could listen and talk my way out of it…my fist was my words…but with some people it just twisted you up inside like a knife… I watched and I listened And soon I kept more and more of my check and didn’t tell him… Buying food and gas for the family… I don’t think he ever even noticed we had food instead of potatoes cooked seven different ways … I knew then Freedom wasn’t the ability to just go and do whatever you want… It wasn’t complete equality I didn’t want to be stuck here in poverty with termites eating my window…. I knew freedom was the ability to choose…and to restrain…and to build… —— Now my girl Grace She cuts her shirts Wears out her jeans She’s southern made wide open On the roads of this town You’ll never see her in the same place twice … They said she knocked a man out with an upper cut She packs heat But she feeds me and when we’re both tired, we can sleep and talk about what we’ve been and where we plan on going … And how we will never go back again… ——- Everything comes with a hard earned price We live and we love We lose and we win We all get tired We come back again ——- Like a heart On its knees When it’s losing Everything can look the same So Someone told you You had to stay the same beat down …. Who among us hasn’t ever been on the losing end? ——- She said, you have to stay open Just to keep your grit … Building takes time, They’ll tell you, you have to just be free But freedom is choosing, Surrounded by losers And broken hearts It’s easy to say We don’t need any-thing Or any one … —— But I need a touch I need a touch from you I need this responsibility I need to build with you Burning this engine Keeping the clutch clean Just so you can burn me down In the night —— Now my younger brother He’s doing alright He’s building his life And he doesn’t know where it ends up But he’s open And he’s doing alright And I sometimes think back On how it could have been Everyone has a place A fork in the road Where you can make a change Or you can stay the same Oh son My son We could have all grown up to be wife beaters …we could have really cut some people down… But we rode out of that valley We chose … You get to decide You get to decide And son Regardless of sin and vice Let this be all that you wrote That you decide
Long time coming Summer is almost come and gone Oh baby I guess you know this one —— Remember our 20’s we thought we knew so much Remember our 30’s we thought we were tough —— We all have our vices A game of chance This lottery at midnight We’ve seen some with hollow eyes They didn’t pick the poison It just came in the night Over that mountain Stole a whole wide world from a few… They made their choices We all learned the hard way Time doesn’t suffer a fool But we carry the memory Like a fuel —- My heart starts and stops I know you’ve got your own struggles I’ve got my mask and my burdens too We both wear it out on the streets of this town I hide my scars between each line … I bow my head I haven’t stopped fighting that fight Since my father died I keep trying to get it right And be alright But I haven’t been able to get the words Since my brother died … —— Now there’s a loaded train Running through the gut of this town It’s got me in knots Hey, We gather around these empty chairs Nursing old wounds we liked to talk about You never know what you become We are here one moment and gone in the night If there’s anything worth loving It’s the fight And maybe we sent our youth to the door … —— All the artist They kind of left this place Like all the mills from yesterday But I swear I still see your face Just like yesterday —— There’s still dance marks In the floor Where you moved the world over Just to prove that you could get over Heart break —— And there’s a long time coming But we keep driving to get out of this town We’ve got to make it I’ve got to see you And I know We get the rain no matter what we do And all of our vices They wreck our voices And god knows I’ve got a few I don’t guess I’m as good as I could be —- But I know there’s nothing quite like you Standing in the night Standing in the night I know you already know…. Standing in the night I’ve got to get to you… I’ve got to see you … One last dance Just to move the world over … Standing in the night
Francis: Whoas, What are you doing home? Ethan: I’m having a flare up… Francis: fireworks in your tummy? The 4th of July! It’s Americas! Ethan: Sure, we can go with that, Wait, what are you doing? Francis: watching Julia Child and the Frenchy Chef channel…today is Roast Duck. Ethan: Let me get my electric blanket.
Imagine there are as many hearts, as there are stars, Poems,as there are brokenness and pain Loves as there are constellations- Imagine us Stumbling forward Attempting to get it right Even so … The words The love The life How do you keep the rain from- The moon from its afterglow ? The stars from falling from their appointed places ? We never really know what’s coming for us… Even so… Even so… -E Regardingsamuel.com