Love is pain.

thoughts rushing through my head

so many times this heart has bled

hurting time after time

they've always told me love is blind

Move on and leave those losers behind

You'll find someone who'll treat you right

somebody who won't always wanna fight

a guy who will be your best friend

the good and funny times won't ever end

I think I'll fall for you

you say you are too

I'm scared of love, I'm scared to fall

i really wish i knew it all

Your eyes and and smile will be perfect

they'll past the test

I'll fall in love

I know we'll have smiles and fun

We'll meet and we'll somehow click

my broken heart will be fixed

I will give you everything

Ill give you my heart

Just don't give it back torn apart..

Green Tea, Tom Petty, Love.

Driving Alone, on this long lonely road.

The sun is setting, and it's getting colder.

Purple. Orange. Pink. Blue. Paint the sky.

Sipping on a hot cup of green tea.

Listening to John Mayer covers of Tom Petty.

Road Lines go by. One by One.

Route 66... Here I come..

Flickering Street Lights, dancing in the night.

As free fallin' plays on my radio.

I wish your acts, weren't just for show.

You're the bad boy, standin in the shadows

Im the good girl, at home with a broken heart

I met someone. Someone better.

And he'll NEVER do, what you put me through.

Old Park Bench Lovers.

I sit on a park bench

Feeding the ducks by the pond

I wonder what stories these benches have heard

Stories about Love? Life?

Even what people have sacrificd

To be loved...and be with that special "one"

I notice an old couple sitting on the bench
next to mine.

Old Lovers. Still in love.

They're feeding the ducks too,
laughing and having fun.

I sit here, and somehow think of you.

wishing you were here with me.

I want "THAT" love.

there's a coffee ring on my newspaper...

I'm sitting at my local coffee shop, sippin' on my coffee with a sugar and some cream. My plain white mug has a tiny chip... cheap asses. I'm reading the New York Times... I'm in Canada, What's the ... ?! Oh well.. I focuss on now and not on later. I read about the Arts and the Life. I drink my coffee...I set it down. I get into an article about the new music scene. I lift my cup up for a sip.. and a tiny droplet drips... I look down. Shit, a coffee ring, of brown.

Hometown Love, YO

This is the place where I grew up
the good times, never seem to stop

From all the afternoons at the beach

throwing a football with sand on our feet

The nights where we partied at lake in the camps

we drank like a bunch of champs!

Sunday afternoons at frenchy's

yeah, we know how to make the deals

Sailing, Fishing and muscle dragging

The water gives me the best feeling...

Smuggler's cove and its mystery,

Mavilette beach, without the fog is amazing.

Walking through the woods

On my dad's peice of land

Colours of Orange and Red fill the air.

the fall here, is pretty great

The culture here so pure and rich
La Joie De Vive.. and the dry fish!

Acadie.... Home.