I like it heavy
Thank you Lzzy Hale:
Take me home tonight I’ll do anything with you
Buy a bottle of whiskey, we’ll get matching tattoos
Tell me that you love me, oh let me drive your car
We can sit till morning light, just countin’ every star
‘Cause if there’s a Hell, I’ll meet you there
And if there’s a Heaven, they’re serving beer
And if you’re an angel, then I must be high
Oh if there’s a church, it’s rock ‘n roll
If there’s a devil, I sold my soul
And it’s alright whatever we do tonight
‘Cause if there’s a God dammit she won’t mind
If there’s a God, baby she won’t mind
the term is haunted
It has been six years since I royally fucked things up in my marriage and my life. Almost five since the damage control really kicked in.
Six years ago I moved out of my home and into a little apartment to (hahaha it would be funny except it’s not) to find myself and start, uh, something. Nothing good, apparently. I did manage to blow up the family in spectacular ways. I managed to learn some brutal lessons about human nature and modern relationships. I made a friend or two that are still speaking to me.
After that missing year, much bullshit, and a few months of therapy, my wife agreed that I could come back. The divorce I thought was inevitable never came to fruition. We have moved on in a lot of ways in the time since. I think in a few areas we are forever stuck. I can’t just pretend this didn’t happen, nor pretend it isn’t my fault.
Eventually the ghosts will get bored and wander off, right?