A sweet song


Hearts Content
By: Brandi Carlile

Maybe you thought
I hung the moon
Maybe you thought 
We were johnny and june
Maybe we thought 
It was just us two
Maybe we spoke too soon 

We never lie
And we don’t tell tales
We bite our tongues
And our fingernails
We fall in love
And we don’t fall out
Maybe we speak too soon

Here’s you and me 
And in between
We draw a line
But we can’t see
Where it’s been
We scratch our heads
And race against
The heart’s content

Oho oho oho oh yeah

Maybe we hurt
Who we love the most
Maybe it’s all we can stand
Maybe we walk through the world as ghosts
Break my own heart before you can

Here’s you and me 
And in between
We draw a line
But we can’t see
Where it’s been
We scratch our heads
And race against
The heart’s content

Ohoho yeah

Maybe we know how the story ends
Maybe it’s not even about us
We both retreat to opposing sands
And the love lives on without us

One thing I know for sure is
Love will find a way
Love will find a way

Here’s you and me 
And in between
We draw a line
But we can’t see
Where it’s been
We scratch our heads
And race against
The heart’s content

Oho oho oho
You and me
Oho oho oho
You and me
Oho oho oho
You and me 
Oho oho oho oh yeah

Author: Jake Mitchell

Writing nonfictional & brutally honest experiences, stories, & events, from my life; both before, during, and following my intense destruction of myself and the people who were around me. All because I lived a life of lies, manipulation, and self-imprisonment, just a few of the many truths when you're an Active Addict. Although I'm very blunt, I tend to (or at least try to) write as humble, selfless, & full of gratitude, while sharing some of the tragedies and situations which most likely occured due to my addiction and the way I exsisted during that time of my life, as I only cared about and fiened for my next high or score. Please comment on any material I post. Although I'm quite ashamed and embarrassed for most of the actions, decisions, and outcomes, that happened during my torturous years of Active Addiction, I don't regret any of it. Now, by writing about these true stories and events, I'm hopeful another addict can relate to my pain, distress, and the Hell of using drugs. This HELL, becomes therapeutic and important for my recovery, reminding me that I am not the o my person who has ever done or thought these things. And through relating, I may be able to help another addict.

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