It's midwest rock and rollYou set your own heart on fire When you grow up where it's cold Think about it...
And I don’t know how I got to be the only thing she needs right nowDon’t even know what she’ll do when she does it Palm of her hand, I’m hers in the blink of an eye She don’t take no and I love She gets what she wants And I get to be what she wants tonight
It's not always about the destinationHer pretty feet up on my dash. Her hand on my thigh. Her voice singing along with the radio. I was tempted to get lost on purpose just so it wouldn't end.
why do often people don't respond to posts on herei find this really disheartening at times on this site, i could post 7 posts in a row which have been posted for hours and none of them get answered....i notice this site has a clique mentality and its female or popular users who get all the replies...See More »
She got a cold heartBut she got a warm smile Cut from the same cloth, she kinda buck wild Little bit angel, whole lotta outlaw
Driving in silenceI always had to listen to some kind of music while driving but for the past couple of months I've been driving in complete silence. I've been telling myself it's just my preferences are changing and I don't mentally feel any different but is this a...See More »
City life… 🌃 I love living in the city, so many things to do, see, eat. A wide range of characters that you’ll encounter each day, most good, some it’s best to avoid, but that’s what a big city has to offer. I know it’s not perfect (traffic, expensive, dangero...See More »
My great grandfather gave me lead to play with. A lead sinker from his tackle box. I guess he didn't know it was poisonous, and it got me to thinking that in an earlier century guns fired poisonous bullets. How awful is that!
Happy 4-20 and stuffs! I don't partake in such things. Nor do I judge those that do so safely. Instead I'm going to enrich myself by watching a documentary and learning about our fine Canadian neighbors.