In this manic episode I believe I can pull a train with my truck.
Verse #1 Your RV woke me as you pulled in next to me how could I know you would be my friend. Campfires and kisses and songs from the heart, Morning coffee we shared our troubles and wants. Chorus I am a poet just so you know I write whats on my heart of loveContinue reading “I am a poet”
Everybody lives in a box. You got to choose what size.
Brought to you by marijuana and psychosis