Of all of my lost loves, where have you been?
That’s when it’s time to head to the truth
You owe it to yourself
Telling secrets to my soul
It doesn’t excuse our importance
No, she didn’t try to hide it, but won’t have you to believe it, either.
from the old feed mill session: 2014
So you just sit there holding that empty Kleenex box
’til I’m born again