What I don’t understand

I know what drink you order and how you like your poor boy dressed.
I know what school you went to and who you took to prom.

I know what you dream about and what you are scared of;
Who broke your heart and whose heart you broke.

What few deserts you eat and which veggies you eat cooked or raw.

I know the first thing you play every time you pick up your guitar and that you never change the strings on time.

I know the “go to” jokes that make you laugh and what teams you’re watching.

What I don’t understand, is why you don’t want to know these things about me.

I've been lonely before

He made me laugh, He made me cry
He smoked his stogies in bed
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

I asked the boy for a few kind words
He gave me a novel instead
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

Its fine, it's okay
It was wrong either way
I just wanted to say
There isn't much fun when you're drinking for one

He got drunk, he fell down
He threw a few of my things around
But I'm all right, I'm all right
I've been lonely before

I'd like to believe that it's easy to leave
But I have to conceive that wherever you are
You're still driving my car

Sticks and stones break my bones
But tears don't leave any scars
so I'm all alright, I'm all alright
I've been lonely before

He played solitaire in bed
Used to blow bubbles in bed
He sang Christmas songs in bed

Happy with Blisters

The weekend in Memphis left me with burning eyes, a bubbly stomach and yet another broken iphone.

Zoe’s 6th birthday was a success and I’m fairly certain I did a decent job of picking out the perfect gift of Zhu Zhu pets and accessories.

Ribs and Blues, Football and beer, go-carts and bumper cars, 90s dancing and Wet Willy’s, Peabody ducks, sleeping late, fine wine and unlimited pizza.

I honestly don’t know what else I could have accomplished in a three day period, but, I am grateful that I decided not to go to the LSU game.