My heart's been broken all these years.
In January it smashed. That month reeks of whiskey and tears.
I get by, every day I fight, but increasingly it feels like I'm existing rather than living.
I don't understand why being alone has to be so lonely.
Every now and then I feel good. Dancing round the living room with a glass of strawberry wine. Listening to a record that I love.
I think tonight I'm going to tune up my guitar, open a bottle of wine and sing my fucking heart out.
I don't think I belong anywhere or with anyone. There was a man once... but I fucked that up... he found something to erase any memory of me... I'll never be tiny or blonde or sweet faced or loveable...
Love has turned to anguish and I'm trapped in the amber of the past... slowly fossilizing... my blood hardening in my veins...
The survival instinct exists... but the heart is failing...
In January it smashed. That month reeks of whiskey and tears.
I get by, every day I fight, but increasingly it feels like I'm existing rather than living.
I don't understand why being alone has to be so lonely.
Every now and then I feel good. Dancing round the living room with a glass of strawberry wine. Listening to a record that I love.
I think tonight I'm going to tune up my guitar, open a bottle of wine and sing my fucking heart out.
I don't think I belong anywhere or with anyone. There was a man once... but I fucked that up... he found something to erase any memory of me... I'll never be tiny or blonde or sweet faced or loveable...
Love has turned to anguish and I'm trapped in the amber of the past... slowly fossilizing... my blood hardening in my veins...
The survival instinct exists... but the heart is failing...