Posts Tagged With: challenges

You Want It


You want it so bad
But you don’t get it yet
This time you’ve got to break down before you can take off
Stick around long enough & you’ll learn something
Take a picture before you lose your mind

Pulling out all the stops
Gotta make this work this time
Empty out everything you’ve got in your pockets
There’s nothing left to hold on to now
You want it so bad

Don’t lose it now
Somehow it’s not done yet
Don’t forget, it’s in your hands
What are you gonna do?
Make the most of it, don’t let it go
You want it so bad

You can’t help it
Once it’s over there’s no restart
Keep your finger on the pulse
Feel the reality between your fingertips
Hold on to what you can
Nothing will be the same
You want it so bad

You want it so bad
Promise that you won’t forget
What it feels like to fall
Tell me that you’ll still be here
Turn around & take in what you’ve been missing

You know that you want it
Too bad
So bad
You want it

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All That Never Was (Could Be Real)


I’ve spent so much time trying to be what I thought you needed me to be.
I’ve had a good view of all of the possibilities.
I can’t take back the words I never said.
All that never was could be real if we’d step up.
Possibilities aren’t reality.
Possibilities are made of paper, they can be torn.
Possibilities aren’t scripted, they can be rewritten.
There’s so many questions in my head.

Tell me that I’m wrong.
Tell me something.
I’m in a fighting mood, test me.
Watch me challenge you.
Go, run, run, run.
I’ll stay right here.

Forget about my mass appeal, I’m not looking for groupies.
You’re a fly girl, so take off if you don’t plan on being with me.
If I wanted to suppress something, I’d pop a pill or drown in myself.
If you ever get the nerve to respond to this, be direct.
Get to the point; we all have things to do.
Be cruel to be kind, just be something.
All I need is an answer; am I a priority or an option?
There’s so many answers in your silence.

Tell me that I’m wrong.
Tell me something.
I’m in a fighting mood, test me.
Watch me challenge you.
Go, run, run, run.
I’ll stay right here, where your voice blows in the wind.

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Estrogen & Alcohol (Party Crashers)


Last night my best friend talked me into crashing his Fiancées “Girls Night Out” after I was finished work. Imagine for a minute what happens when two guys crash a party filled with nothing but Estrogen and obscene amounts of alcohol. Craziness ensues. We had fun, plenty to laugh about and plenty of blackmail material. Ladies, thanks for all of the dancing, drinking, laughing, kissing & awkward moments with a cute embarrassed Waitress.

*Sigh* Good (unexpected) times were had, I have the photos and videos to prove it.

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