"Play it again,Sam'

a man is haunted by regrets on a cold October night.

Dead Leaves beneath my feet, remind me why i’m alone tonight

memories like shooting stars pass before my eyes

they're ripped away

Now this bottle of Tito’s has me grinning

As i try to settle in

and the demons i keep under my bed say

“hey boy you’ll never win”

And will i ever be Alright?

if you could just be here tonight

and knock me off my feet

so i won’t be slowly haunted

by all our drunk walks home from

Cherry St.

October’s Never Fun when you're Cold and Alone

play “trick Or Treat “ with memories with no place to call home

And i wish i could just call you, just to tell you how i’ve been

’ But this bottle of Tito’s has me grinning

as i try to settle in

And will i ever be Alright?

if you could just be here tonight

Keep me warm in your body heat

but i’ll just end up haunted

by our drunk walks home from

Cherry St.

Author's Note

no coping mechanisms and a bleeding heart.