Cowboy Boots
The cities
Where you
Make it
Or lose it
You
Carry essentials
Only
And I
Don't believe
In Fashion
Or models
For that
Matter
Just another
Cheese burger
That needs
To be eaten
But cowboy
Boots
That's
Different
And
Books of
Facts
Living
And the
Dead
Don't carry
The weight
That
I see
In real
People
And there's
Not enough
Good
Left
For
Jean jackets
And
Faded
T-shirts
Have all
Expired
But
Tasteless
Cigarettes
I never
Smoked
And the
Company coffee
I drank
Unwillingly
Don't amount
Up to what
Cowboy
Boots
Could
Ever be
The Road With You
There's no
Road long
Enough
To travel down
with You
and Down
The road
With the top
Down
and the Stars
Shining
Your music
or Mine
Even though
I'm never
the Fan
And when
It rains
I'm holding
your hand
Tight
Or how
the Wind
flows
Over
Your hand
and through
Your hair
Long and
Winding
Fast
or Slow
Just as long
As your
on the road
with me
And
It never
Ends
Never Coming Back
And two
In the
Morning
Comes quick
When everything
Closes
But never
Returns
And as she waits
By her
Phone
One can
Only think
Hope
For the
Best
But these
Days
Hope
Doesn't buy
Happiness
Let alone
Only
False hope
Empty dreams
And while
She dreams
Big
He's never
Coming back
And she'll
Wait all
Night
Until
The sun rises
And
The dew
On the grass
Will
Slowly
Vanish
Just like
The hope
She has
For him
He's
Never coming
Back
Do I Wait
And
Do I wait
For the
Storm
Blowing through
Softly
Coming
From the north
Anticipating
Its destruction
A lovely
Lady
Coming
Into my
Life
Unannounced
And sparks
Start
Lightning
Strikes
Love
Or just
A storm
Of emotions
In the
Breezy air
Only
Then
Turning to
Tears
In the form
Of rain drops
As the storm
Finally
Sets in
And when
All is calm
Realized
The path
Destruction
Left behind
Only to know
And hope for
The sunny
Days to come
But the sound
Of her coming
The
Rain
Falling
I can fall
Asleep
To the
Thought
The idea
To her
Do I wait
Starbucks Coffee
I like how I
Stay up
Late
Because
I wait
Like I'm
Waiting
For
Something
To happen
And when
Work
Calls
my phone
Alarm
Rings
Those same
Circles
Under
My eyes
Feel
The same
Eye openers
Starbucks
Afternoon
Trips
Well
I saw
This girl
Once
To which
I offered
To buy her
Coffee
Although
Mildly
Reject
Anyway
Work
Lasts long
Enough
So you
Can come
Home
Tired
To try
To stay up
Waiting
For something
Again
To happen
Cigarette Smoke
There's no more
Cigarette smoke
To exhale
For the cigarettes
My cigarettes
I ran out
My last one
To her
And for why
Because I
Don't smoke
Just carry
Them around
As if
A lucky
Rabbits foot
Protection
Against evil
But her
How she
Smokes
Ever so smoothly
For I'd
Certainly
Cough up
Tar
Dust
And the sip
Of her
PBR
In between
Breaths
As if
Savoring
The last
Few moments
Of her life
I watched
Intently
But as
She finished
Ashed
The sunrise
Rose
Lighting up
A new
Day
One I hope
That doesn't
Burn out
