I Am Waiting to Win the Lottery
I believe I have a lot to say
I don't think I've said anything worth it before
I don't know you well enough
I don't think you think it's worth it
I believe I messed up
I hope you wont stop looking over here
I hope I havn't lost any chance
I realize there might not have been one in the first place
Please prove me wrong.
"Boy, You Are Afraid but That Doesn't Get You Anywhere" Part 3
I am also afraid and I couldn't really get anywhere
The Pictures That I Paint
20 years ago or 20 miles from here
That's what I'm sitting in front of
This golden boy in his own world
Sun streaming in through the afternoon lull
And I notice the couch matches his guitar
As the sweet notes put me to sleep
I'm in the middle of summer, Idaho
Forgetting the blindfolded room
Can you imagine how many songs they'd sing
If he was their image
So I'll sit back and paint his picture
In my mind for another time