Abby

I'd like to meet:

Ray Lamontagne - EmptyShe lifts her skirt up to her knees Walks through the garden rows With her bare feet laughingI never learned to count my blessings I choose instead to dwell In my disastersI walk on down the hill Through grass grown tall And brown and still It's hard somehow To let go of my painOn past the busted back Of that old and rusted Cadillac That sinks into this field Collecting rainWill I always feel this way So empty And estranged?And of these cut throat busted sunsets These cold and damp white mornings I have grown wearyIf through my cracked and dusty Dime store lips I spoke these words out loud Would no one hear me?Lay your blouse across the chair Let fall the flowers From your hair And kiss me With that country mouth So plainOutside the rain is tapping On the leaves To me it sounds like They're applauding us The quiet love We've madeWill it always feel this way So empty So estranged?Well I looked my demons in the eyes Lay bare my chest Said do your best To destroy meI've been to hell and back So many times I must admit You kinda bore meThere's a lot of things That can kill a man There's a lot of ways To die Yes, and some already did And walk beside meThere's a lot of things I don't understand So many people lie It's the hurt I hide that fuels The fire inside meWill I always feel this way So empty So estranged?