soopastryheart

Been so long since I’ve seen your face   

Or felt a part of this human race   

I’ve been living out of this here suitcase for way too long

 

A man needs something he can hold on to 

A nine-pound hammer or a woman like you 

Either one of them things will do 

 

Jolene                          

I ain’t about to go straight                                                            

It’s too late                                                       

I found myself face down in the ditch

Booze in my hair, blood on my lips                

A picture of you holding a picture of me                                 

In the pocket of my blue jeans                                                           

Still don’t know what love means  

 

Still don’t know what love means.     

 

“Jolene” – Ray LaMontagne

Sometimes, you need people to be your nine-pound hammers. And sometimes, you realize you’ve become theirs.

One of my all-time favorite songs.