My First Chorus

My First Chorus

(Verse I)

How do you express that you finally give a f**k?

That you hope there’s more than half in your cup

That maybe it’s getting better, I’m talking ‘bout luck

Maybe things are, maybe they’re looking up

Your heart is being glued together

She’s the one, she’s your forever

And don’t you dare say never,

Except when you talk about how she never gave up on you

How she helped you and how she shows you her love is true

And to think that you almost threw it all away

How could you play with her day to day?

You fucked with emotions and you almost drowned in the rage of all oceans

Thought you couldn’t get caught and now it’s not

Like it was or could’ve been

Now you have to prove that she’s a ten

You tell her as much as you can, you tell her often

That you've changed as a man, that you can soften

You’re too good with words boy

You can make a girl feel good

Or make her feel like a toy

Do right by her and everybody else

Don’t just think about yourself

‘Cause words hit harder than belts

You can tap into emotions like wells

Maybe you should be you instead of your other nine shells

You agree that this is a new chapter

That what you write is the rapture

You’re preaching to the choir

So lift your voice a bit higher

These things can happen

It’s just not likely

Like one hand to be clappin’

It’s just so good to hear her laughin’

You thought you’d never see her smile again

That you’d have to find some other Jane

That wouldn’t deal with the leftover pain

That maybe she’d leave you to sulk in the rain

I guess I finally need to announce that I’m back

After fighting off my demons I’m on track

And I don’t know if I should speak about that

‘Cause I know that they could return

That they could leave a more severe burn

I won’t let them win, ‘cause this is love that I intend to earn

This is love that I intend to keep and learn

I think I’ve rhymed long enough, time for the chorus

I’ve never written one before so I’ll just use a thesaurus

(Chorus)

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

They make me cry, sometimes I just want to die

They make my world, sometimes they make me think of my girl

They sound so nice, I like to hear the same one twice,

They’re ‘bout expression, I like to forget about my depression

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

They make me cry, sometimes I just want to die,

They make my world, sometimes they make me think of my girl

They sound so nice, I like to hear the same one twice,

They’re ‘bout expression, I like to forget about my depression

(Verse II)

Skip the medic, get a f*****g priest

His list of reasons to live has decreased

And now they’re letting him loose, he’s been released

He’s finally figured out the puzzle, it’s finally been pieced

He doesn’t want to be like his daddy

He doesn’t want to treat girls so badly

He doesn’t want to get to be so mad he

Starts losing his mind and hitting on ‘em

Start shitting on ‘em and quitting on ‘em

He knows what it’s like to be put in last place

To be beaten and smacked across the face

Nothing hurts more than the open hand

That was supposed to love you and not demand

That you give him respect ‘cause he makes the money

But not enough to put new clothes on you, now isn’t that funny

Enough to buy booze and cigarettes, not enough for the kids

Instead, he tells you to shut your mouth and your eyelids

Look away while he bloodies up mama

‘Cause he doesn’t like family drama

Mommy found out that Daddy was cheating

And he didn’t like it so Mommy’s getting a beating

While the four-year-old watches from the top of the stairs

Watching as Daddy pulls out all of Mommy’s hairs

She escapes his grip somehow and comes running

You and Mommy dash to your room but Daddy keeps coming

You’ve locked the door and barricaded it and now he’s apologizing

Now he hears the sirens and now he’s realizing

That he will probably end up in jail for a very common crime

Apparently, America has wife beaters that work full time

They’re all over the nation and they’re Hell’s new creation

These abusers cause the next generation to be drug users

I wish I could write about something happier, like in the first verse

But I can’t tell you half the story, not just the fairytale but also the curse

I’ve been through some conditions that most would call adverse

Yet you don’t see me in a casket or taking a ride in a hearse

You see me with my chin up and trying to find my soul remedy

You see me talking about what made me and speaking with brevity

You see me challenging myself to be better mentally and with empathy

Out of all of the s**t that I’ve been through I somehow found you

And you brought me love and then you taught me that love can’t be bought

Maybe my life is just one big love story

One that is really twisted and gory

But you have to admit that it’d make a pretty good one

It might be lovely enough to be second to none

But I think I’m done so I’ll just let the chorus run

(Chorus)

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

They make me cry, sometimes I just want to die

They make my world, sometimes they make me think of my girl

They sound so nice, I like to hear the same one twice,

They’re ‘bout expression, I like to forget about my depression

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

I love love stories, damn I love ‘em

I love love stories, love stories

They make me cry, sometimes I just want to die,

They make my world, sometimes they make me think of my girl

They sound so nice, I like to hear the same one twice,

They’re ‘bout expression, I like to forget about my depression