A LONESOME LOVE LETTER & A BROKEN GUITAR

Goddamn, it's been like this every night now.
Late night heartache and that anxious uncertainty
that keeps you breathless and nervous all damn day long.
One month is a horrible phrase,
for more reasons than one.
Woke up early this morning in
downtown little rock
unable to sleep
eventhough I had just layed down
a few hours before hand.
opended my eyes thinking
of the same person I saw
even when they were closed
wrote a damn book while i was dreaming
and had all these visions of georgia
and nights I've spent there
in the first room
on the second floor
with the only one
i still think about

Won't you tell me what you're thinking of?
Would you be an outlaw for my love?