July 19th

I was gone before you knew it. Drunk, trying desperately to roll a joint. I looked out at the Pulaski County sky...just horror movie moons and crossfaded clouds. Dancing out there beyond the street lights. The smell of weed, the smell of you, the smell of my Chanel... it's all dreamlike and unreal.

I'm tryin' to impress you, a miserable fail, you don't seem to notice or you don't seem to mind? It looks like it's all in or all out. And I'm standing here bluffin'

And you're holding all the Aces

I'm fumbling with this half ass excuse for a joint, pregnant and loose, I give up and toss it down.

I try to offer you a shot of Woodford and I see the hesitation in your eyes

And I pull it back and throw it down. I push the bottle back behind me, look ashamed and look away.

But, you've rolled the joint and we're looking at the stars and you've moved closer to me.

I don't know how we got here, in this half turnt up southern town. But, we're here now, with dank bud and an open sky and your eyes...

Like some hazel eyed dream of golden rods and dogwoods and mid-day Virginia skies.

We were no one then, in some nowhere town, planning dreams we were never sure we'd reach.

But, the promotions came and the spotlights called and we've lost ourselves in the mix of Nashville and Nowhere and February in California and the distance goes unnoticed in the dimming numbness of the day to day.

And you're there and I'm here and the mistakes go unspoken. We smile our simple smiles, we hold one another and we fuck...and then we find ourselves in another town, in another bed, feeding ourselves common lies.