Keep Singing

I don't know where to start. Maybe with the hole inside my heart.

It doesn't hurt all the time. Sometimes I guess that's fine.

Trying to read the in-betweens of everything, I don't know where it ends or how it starts. I don't know anything at all. I just remember all those nights I spent couch surfing, I don't know how my neck survived. I guess we just learn to adapt. You know the feeling you get when life is coming down and you don't know what to do or say, or really anything but frown? There's this trick I learned somewhere along the way, and I will tell it to you now, I hope it helps you out someday. Well, here it goes:

Sing a happy song that you don't know.

It don't matter if you don't know how it goes.

All that matters is if you get the feeling,

it'll come if you just keep singing.

One of the first times I was camping in Alapaha, the stories about Goatman had me screaming, and I stayed up all night. Now I'm older and my fears have mostly changed, like paying off these court fines from that time I got arraigned for speeding 'round. I have found that oftentimes, I am the one behind the curve of everything and anything I do. But it's one hell of a trick I learned way back when, I think it's time I put it to use.