the perfect drug?

"I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post. That's for sure. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep. Too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea. Pain and craving. A need like nothing else I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way."

Maybe

"I'm a lazy boy there's no doubt about it
Might take a miracle to get me started...
I'm a miracle there's no doubt about it
Might take a lazy girl to get me started."

hmmm....

"Well I, I'd like to devour you, but you, you'd probably devour me."

Maximum Firepower

"This one's for the shoeshine boy
And the farmer in debt
Each string is barbed wire
Each chord is a threat
This blues guy I met
That never had a hit
Said you don't gotta be loud, son
To be heavy as shit"
 - The Nightwatchman

Rawawawawawk!

Why do all the melodies that I come up with sound like either pop country or Gavin DeGraw? Not that sounding like Gavin would be that bad. I just don't know how to write to that.

anxious for greatness

I wanna taste the breeze of every great city, my car and my guitar

Skeleton Key

She holds the key to my heart
But what does it matter
The door’s been wide open from the day we met
She holds it like a skeleton key
Cold and uninviting
But with curiosity for what lies beyond just the same
What’s worse, never knowing
Or knowing the one thing you fear the most is true
And will be
Forever
I hold the key ring to her heart
The door shut tightly, with bolts and chains
The right combination of keys opens bliss
So many keys
So little time
My hand is heavy
My arm is tired
The weight and the wait drag me down
Pull me closer to the floor
Closer to the fire
When I look in her eyes I see my reflection
I see no reflection
Through her eyes
I am nothing