Untitled.

(This is a very rough draft of some ideas. Possibly not in order. Possibly not anything at all.)

And now tonight, for the first time in my life I'm alright.
I am happy with who I am.

I've found friends that I would kill for, that I would die for.
I think it's given me something to live for.

I don't regret a single step I took to get from who I was to who I have become.
I am only who I've made myself, but I must admit, I've had some help.
I've been torn apart and pieced together, I think it's for the better. For the most part.

And everyone I've met is now a piece of who I am,
From sandbox friends when I was just a kid, to the shaking of our hands and a tearful kiss goodbye.
From the bike rides in the summertime, to the car rides home on those rainy nights.
Oh, how things can change. We know nothing stays the same.
From the trips to the lake when the sun burned our skin and our eyes were wide, never knowing what would happen next.
To the tangled sheets and you next to me, feeling at home. The next night in that bed and how I'd never felt so alone.
We know nothing stays the same, I'd like to think we can change together now.

Sing.

I wish I could.

Play it again, Sam.

Today I record drums. It should be a good time. Everything is tuned and ready. Now we're just sitting waiting for the Koterba to arrive.