I've been getting lonelySince you left New York and caught a train to the countryI've been getting hungrySince you left this town I can't stomach anyt..
My life is make believeMy death is soon to comeI drink to find a rare relieffrom thoughts I can not runSo pour some whiskey, pour some rumTonight I'm ..
for so many sunsets, been aglowthere is one thing that i knowyou're hurting meyou're breaking mecause how many times have we spokei know this all soun..
just feelings....i don't know much about genres or audience...should there even be such categories? all i know is i feel these things and i write them..