Therapy

I just need to write this out somewhere where it will...stay. I would like to state here and now that I DID NOT WRITE THIS - this is the work of another artist. I don't know if I need permission to post it here or not but I can't see what kind of disservice I could be doing by doing so. I doubt this blog gets much traffic anyway. This is called Miss America and I did not write it. I just like it.

Miss America

Another lonely night in Amsterdam
The stars are coming out in waves
And I miss my Miss America in Park Hotel
But I'm too stoned to call today

When everything you wanted
Seems to hide behind your eyes
And I'm locked in my hotel room
Turning over our goodbyes

I will write this down for you
So you can read it
I will hold my breath for you
Till you can feel it

Another lonely night in Amsterdam
The water moving through the sound
Of the blood that's boiling in my veins
And the food I can't keep down

And I don't care if you don't love me
And I don't care if you don't change
I could live inside these shadows that I cast for you
If it meant that you would stay

I'll be home before the morning comes
And you won't have to be alone

I will write this down for you
So you can read it
I will hold my breath for you
Till you can feel it
You don't have to see me this way
Cause this way I'm ok

I will write this down
I will write this down

Oh Love, I'm tangled up again
Oh Love, when does this twisting end?

I will write this down for you
So you can read it
I will hold my breath for you
Till I can't feel it
You won't have to see me this way
Cause this way I'm ok

I will write this down for you
So you can read it...

Sure, it's cheesy to say but it really is how I feel right now. How I feel a lot of the time. Next one will be more productive but for now, I need my therapy. Peace.