At the end of my rope…

The following sucks really bad.. I’m sorry. I just wish this were my last day on earth.

My true story

You sing country in the shower.

I got high to Nirvana.

You found salvation, and praised the lord.

I’d got drunk and partied when bored.

You’d run on your track or swim on your back.

I made all the wrong stops, always ran from the cops.

You’re heart and brains will take you so far.

For myself, all I’ve got is my guitar.

You were honest, loving and pure.

I was a shithead, afraid and insecure.

Now I must let you go, I must set you free.

For I know that in my heart. You’ll always deserve much better than me.

Listen now, for these words I speak or true.

If I was absolutely forced between breathing and loving..

I’d use my last breath to say “I love you”