The Treasure of My Soul

It is human nature to be wooed by the exterior pleasures in this world. We all want nice things, prestige, more money, success, achievements and awards. We all want to be accepted among the popular people, hob-knob with the stars and rub elbows with the rich and famous. We strive toward excellence and create the image of ourselves we want the world to see. We manufacture a facade with all the stuff we've accumulated, and all the titles we hold. It is a natural desire within us to want more and this desire got me thinking...

When I close my eyes and sit alone in silent reverence I realize all of those things fade away and what is really important rises from the corners of my heart to the surface. I begin to understand that the things that influence me, strengthen me, support me and guide me aren't really "things" at all. Success and failure, money, prestige, reputation and recognition have all shaped me, but they are not the things that make me who I am. Faith plays a much greater role than all of those things put together, for without it I cannot endure. The people in my life that have shared tender moments, brought comedy and insight, and loved me despite my many infractions are worth more than a thousand trophies. I conclude that God has richly blessed me beyond the fleeting joy any material possession or title could bring. A smile fills my face as I realize this is the treasure of my soul. ~

CockTail

There is no question with every alcoholic drink the people around you become more exciting and better looking. I don't know about you but in the stupidity of my youth I've had a couple wake-up-the-next-morning experiences where you wonder what the hell kind of beer-goggles you were looking through. As I listened to a friend rant about the embarassment she felt after having too many cocktails, it got me thinking...

The word Cocktail alone defines the intention of an evening with too much liquor. For as the drinks go down smoother and faster, they lighten the load of inhibition and free the mind of pre-existing moral standards. As the evening progresses you learn to share the cocktail... she gets cock and he gets tail. :)

Who God Made Me

A woman commented to a friend of mine, "God made you the way you are and that's the way you're supposed to be." It got me thinking...

I've been many things during different phases of life. I was a drug user. I was a smoker. I was a vegetarian. I am none of those things now. So, I pondered, was I "who God made me" when I was a meth using, chainsmoking vegetarian? Or am I today "who God made me", a coffee drinking, filet mignon loving, soccer mom? The answer must clearly be both. "Who God made me" shouldn't be judged by whether I fit the mold, follow the current or adhere to the regulations of the religious right. "Who God made me" is the ever-changing, always growing person I am on the inside.

Of one thing I am certain, if you're busy judging "who God made me" based on what you see on the outside, then who God made you is too shallow. ~

"Ass" Making Moments

Some people may not admit to them, but we've all had moments when we've made an ass of ourselves. For various reasons we can no longer contain the frustration, the anger or the intensity of emotion we feel, so we lose it. We cry. Scream. Throw things. Kick. Lash out. There's gnashing of teeth and the yelling of phrases that will undoubtedly bring regret the moment they leave our lips. These are not planned breakdowns. They are spontaneous meltdowns, wherein all capacity for logic and proper behavior vanish. And woe to the soul who tries to argue with you during this moment of madness. You spew forth every vial aching you've ever felt while they defend themselves. You spitefully throw adjectives while they dodge proverbial bullets. All the while knowing every attempt is futile. When the anger subsides the remorse is overwhelming as you fall into a heap of tears on the floor and sob as if something in you has curled up and died. I know this feeling all too well. You went off the deep end, plunged over the edge and now nothing can take back the words and actions from that moment of madness. "I'm sorry," doesn't seem to say enough, but what else is there to describe the regret you feel?

I have made an ass out of myself in more ways and at more times in life than I want to think about. I've "lost it" so many times. I think it happens because things pile up in our hearts and we become like literal time bombs just waiting to explode. One comment here. One wounding remark there. One situation that makes you feel less than adequate or downright stupid. One circumstance that leaves you frustrated. One moment where you felt blown off. One instance where your heart was left unnoticed. By themselves, these are all little things. But when they pile up in your soul they become this mountain of emotion that eventually comes screaming out. It's the fraility of humanity. We are not designed to walk through this life without Divine intervention and strength. I believe there will always be those "ass" making moments of madness... but I pray as I age there will be less of them as I grow in God's grace. And I pray there will be forgiveness from those around me when I do teeter on the edge and fall off into the angry abyss now and then.

When you land on your ass try to remember that's why God gave you an ass... because He knew we would fall and we'd need something squishy to cushion us. Then dust off that butt and get back up! ~

Lose Your Mind

It is said that one must know darkness to appreciate light. That people cannot fully experience love without tasting the bitterness in rejection. "You never know what you've got until it's gone," is a common expression. We've all heard these things but what do they really mean? I think they foreshadow a recognition deep within us... a knowledge of a longing for love that is fuller than human expression. I think it is when we come to the realization that we are disconnected from our Creator and we reach to Him that we find fulfillment in the reconnection. When we realize we have been lost is when we appreciate what it means to be found. When we experience the fullness of the love of Christ in our hearts is when we understand the emptiness of a life without Him. We understand sight by first closing our eyes and understanding blindness. There are moments in life when we have to lose our minds to come to our senses. If logic stands in the way of you embracing God's grace, than lose your mind and come to your senses. Stop thinking and let yourself feel. Then you will know the substitute from that which is real.

Depression's Deep Hole

Several friends have been suffering from recent bouts of depression. I know all too well the hopelessness they feel. There is nothing more overwhelming than being controlled by depression. You can be fine one moment and it will blindside you the next. You can be happy on Monday and on Tuesday you can hardly get yourself out of bed. There is no rhyme or reason for its onset. There is no logical pattern for its existence. Depression comes and goes as it pleases. It hurts you because it destroys you from the inside out. Make no mistake... depression is a destructive force, a would-be killer, and it is not something you should attempt to tackle on your own. Depression is a disease. Fight it like you would fight any other physical disease... with a doctor's care, with the support of family and friends, with prayer and diligence. Depression is not a sign that a person is crazy. It merely signifies that a person is hurting and needs help to overcome.

I spent years fighting depression and there are still times when it tries to take hold of me again. To those of you battling it now, let me encourage you to remember God is greater than any circumstance in your life and more powerful than the grip depression has on you at this very moment. I've walked in your shoes. I've curled in a ball in my closet sobbing until my body ached, and prayed to die. I've felt the shame that comes with feeling like eveyone thinks you're crazy. I've sat motionless for hours, staring thru glassy eyes, unable to function, much less to live. I understand the depth of sadness you feel and I know it seems like it will never go away. But it will. If you grab the hand of Jesus, He will walk with you through the darkness and you will once again bask in the light of joy and feel the weight of depression lifted from you. The darkness of depression cannot exist in the midst of God's light. Reach to Him and He will rescue you. You are in my prayers.

The Only Judge That Matters

A friend of mine told me about a situation in which she was unrightfully judged. Motive was assigned to her actions and intent placed by others in her heart. The truth is she did not possess wrongful motive nor hurtful intentions.

This got me thinking, how does a person convince others when heart's intent cannot carry a visible burden of proof? Our world is jaded. Each of us has been lied to and hurt by others and so we live guarded. Each of us has made mistakes in the past, and so we live under the scrutiny of those around us. When something doesn't look right our first inclination is to assume it is wrong. We exist in protective mode because people are prone to judge and leave. We naturally push away that which we don't understand because we fear it. It goes without saying our world is dangerous and to some degree we must take precautions, but there is a vast difference between taking precautions and making unjust accusations. There is a difference between running blindly from the unknown and standing still long enough to observe the source of the unknown. You may discover the source itself is pure even though the actions appear otherwise.

My past is packed with mistake after mistake after mistake. It hurts when my present existence is judged based on my past behavior. Despite what others may think of me, my heart has never been one of malice. People don't easily forget our mistakes do they? Thankfully God has the ability to look past actions and directly into our heart. Despite our wrongdoings, He sees the deepest thought behind every move. He knows. I cling to this because there are moments when it feels He is the only one who believes in me...as I cannot even see beyond my own failures. The people who judge us the most are often times the same people who love us best. That's why it hurts so deeply. I surrender to God's forgiveness and His view that sees beyond the weakness of humanity, and there I find peace and strength. God is not only the only One to rightfully cast judgment, but He is the only judge that truly matters. ~

Tender Spots of Letting Go

Often times loving someone means letting go. In fact, when I look at life it seems it is all about letting go. We hold our children's hands as they grow, with the knowledge of the inevitable before us... knowing all the while we will have to let them go...let them live their own life. It creates tender spots in a parent's soul. We hold our own parents and grandparents until the inevitable affects of aging creep in and steal them from this world. We let go, knowing it is the natural course. But it creates tender spots in a child's spirit. We cling to those we love with longing and affection, all the while understanding it is only until "death do us part"... knowing one of us will have to let go first. It creates agony in a lover's heart. In the end, we too will release our grasp on life itself and let go. Life is all about loving and letting go...and sometimes the lesson is simply in learning to love someone enough to peacefully let them go. It creates tender spots in an entangled soul.

Cosmetic Christians

I have several friends who have undergone cosmetic procedures to enhance their physical appearance. I myself had a nose job in 1999. As a Christian there were people around me who questioned whether cosmetic surgery was the "right" thing to do. "Shouldn't we be satisfied with the way God made our bodies," one woman suggested to me with a hint of condemnation. Recently I've given this topic a lot of thought, as one of my girlfriends is deeply struggling with negative results of cosmetic adjustments. I have concluded that we should indeed be thankful for what God has given us and for the incredible detail in which He has designed our bodies to function, grow and heal. However, I do NOT believe we should sit back and pretend to be satisfied when we are not. Self-esteem, particularly for women, is an uphill battle from the time we reach puberty until the day we die. Women obsess about weight, pimples, wrinkles, breasts sagging, flabby arms, chubby thighs, muffin tops...you name any physical issue and there is a woman somewhere obsessing about it. We need to take responsibility to the degree that we take care of our bodies, eat right, exercise, take vitamins, etc. But when a physical condition becomes something you cannot control, and it is something that dampens your self-worth, I believe the "right" course of action is to take action. For me, it was a nose job. For over twenty years people teased me about my nose. Though I laughed off their jokes, inside it wounded me. Several of my girlfriends have had breast implants, one has had a breast reduction, numerous ladies I know use botox on a regular basis, have had face lifts, eyes lasered, tummy tucks, liposuction and vericose veins removed. I applaud each one of them.

Ladies, we all shave, wax, pluck, color, moisturize, peel, suck it in and cover whatever we feel we need to on a daily and nightly basis. Aside from cost, what is the difference between a surgical, lasting procedure and the procedures we perform on ourselves every day? Both are methods of beauty enhancement. How can there be condemnation in one and not in the other? Honestly, I don't think God cares either way. I think His concern is your heart and your relationship with Him. If you pray to Him with plump lips or thin lips, it doesn't matter. If you love Him as a size 4 or a size 14, it doesn't matter. If you kneel before Him with chubby thighs and a muffin top or with teeny titties and a flat belly, He loves you the same. There are no spiritual ramifications regarding external beauty enhancement whatsoever.

"Isn't it vanity?" I've heard that question a hundred times. The answer is simple. Yes. It is vanity, and if you read the words of King Solomon you'll understand that everything in life is vanity. The car you drive... vanity. The clothes you wear...vanity. The house you live in...vanity. So, before shaking a finger and muttering judgmental words about how true beauty is on the inside and only vain people get cosmetic surgery; look around you and cast the first stone... but before you throw it, I'd seek cover because that glass house is coming down. ~

Daisies

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes
like these teardrops on my lashes
will dry up and cease to be
so will painful memories...

In their place will grow a flower
as a sign of God's great power
when His faithfulness He shows me
in the daisies He grows me.

Live Your Lie

One day you wake up to find
You don’t know where you lost the time
The years are faded memories.

Your kids are grown
You’re all alone
You have a house but where is home
Just memories.

And in your heart that open wound
You told yourself would heal real soon
Is festering.

You have it all people say
But what do they know anyway
Your crippled inside.

And with that smile plastered on
You tell them there is nothing wrong
You know how to hide.

Conceal the anguish, mask the pain
And beg the Lord for strength again
You’re weakening.

Close your eyes, try not to see
You must escape this agony
For one more day, one more day
Push the flowing tears away.

“Never let them see you cry”
Be tough.
Be strong.
Live your lie.

Dormant Cravings

I wanted something I didn’t know
I had a yearning for.
I crossed a line
Now I find
I’m fearful there are more…

More cravings lying dormant
More desires somewhere deep
More lurking revelations
More secrets I must keep.

What kind of friend
have I been
when feelings ravage me?
A hurtful mate
from which a fate
I cannot fight nor flee.

Connection

The Earth is just a floating ball
of fusing energy;
Encompassing you, me and all
in it's totality;
A concept we find arduous
to profess we believe,
Yet one connecting each of us
to everything we see.

God of Mercy

A heart can shatter many times...

A mind can lose it's thought.

The body can be not so kind...

People can be bought.

But there is one who will remain ...

forever, faithful, true.

He is the God of mercy ...

with His hands outstretched for you.

No More

Life embittered in sweet pride,
a cover to unveil;
the hurtful lust that lies inside,
a jealousy to hail.
A passion angry at the soul,
a heartache not to cease;
a guilt residing that you go
and sorrow to release.
"I love you" spoken in sweet time
of precious memory;
"I'm sorry" spoken like a chime,
repeat, repeat, repeat.
Within the air the bells ring clear,
the time has come alas;
the battle that had drawn you near
has placed you in the past.
I am a fool two times or three
for opening that door;
for lingering so selfishly,
shall it be done no more.

Fanning Sinful Flames

A fire that burns and consumes with lust
will beat your heart down to a shattered dust.
A fire that leads you to giving in,
won't let you believe you're committing a sin.
The fire will burn deep down in your soul
you cannot avoid it
you're too weak to say no...

So you give to the fire by fanning it's flame,
when it's over you think you will die from the shame.
The fire will leave without saying goodbye
it will render no answers, just tell you more lies.
The fire returns when you think you have grown
and knocks you around 'til you lie there and moan.

The hurt that you feel is not physical pain,
but the sting of the heart
that was burnt by the flame.

Moments of Madness

There are times in my life
when my heart is not whole,
when my spirit is human
and weak to the soul.

There are moments of sorrow
and seconds of peace,
mere glances of anquish
resolved and released.

These times that I speak of
are lonely and cold,
when my mind is consumed
with shame's secrets, untold.

These moments of madness
of which I now tell,
are a mixture of sadness
sauteed rich in hell.

Rain

This cloud is pregnant with the rain
and ready to give birth
she writhes in pain ~
her water breaks and life anew
pours down on me
pours down on you,
waking every dormant seed,
fulfilling every craving need;
and cleansed herself, of purest white
rejoins her flock
in Heaven's light.

To The Grave

If I ask you a question
would you tell me the truth;
Or lie to protect my heart
like you do.
If I tell you a secret
will you promise to keep it
To the grave…
All your days…
To the grave.

(CHORUS)
To the grave is a phrase we know too well
An oath we take to never tell
Of the love we make
And the lives we fake
To the grave
In silence you and me
To the grave for eternity.

(VERSE)
If I told you I’m sorry
I do not regret
The moments we’ve shared
And I won’t forget
Would it scare you to know
I don’t want to let go
To the grave…
All our days…
To the grave.

(CHORUS)
To the grave is a phrase we know too well
An oath we take to never tell
Of the love we make
And the lives we fake
To the grave
In silence you and me

(BRIDGE)
To the grave is our vow and I know somehow
Though our love runs deep
Separate lives we’ll keep
to the grave…all our days…to the grave
(CHORUS)
To the grave is a phrase we know too well
An oath we take to never tell
Of the love we make
And the lives we fake
To the grave
In silence you and me
To the grave eternally.

Tidbits of Truth

One cannot always see the truth
until they’ve lived the lie.
Only when the fog has cleared
can ships pass safely by.
For when you dwell in darkness
light is painful to your eye.
Someday we face the secrets
we try desperately to hide.

Time embraced a thousand souls
before we came to be;
To no avail so many tried
to undo history;
But there lives a greater force
inside you and me...
One to gently prompt a course
toward promised destiny.

Unforgiven error is rotten to the soul.
The fruit lies in repentance
and in learning to let go;
Serve whatever sentence so the price is fully paid,
then let yourself no longer be a victim nor a slave.

If you have the chance to love
and if that love’s returned,
Make it all that you’ve dreamed of
Allow that love to burn ~
With lasting embers through the years
So all the world can see
The flame is stronger than the tears,
The shame, and misery ~

Here We Fall

Tears of sadness, tears of pain
My heart aching from this flame
burning in me...
Coals of envy for a time
when you could see this heart of mine
burning in me...

(CHORUS)
Here we are with scabs and scars
We've got words of knives
Or no words at all
Here we fall.
Here we fall.

(VERSE)
I'm broken, broken,
used up token
try to pry my heart open
but it's empty...

(CHORUS)
Here we are with scabs and scars
We've got words of knives
Or no words at all
Here we fall.
Here we fall.

(BRIDGE)
Help me please, I'm down on my knees
I'm starving for you
but you can't see the truth

(CHORUS)
Here we are with scabs and scars
We've got words of knives
Or no words at all
Here we fall.
Here we fall.
Here we fall.
Here we fall

Here we fall.

Walls of Stone

You say you love me
Then act like you don’t care
Solitude haunts me
Though you’re right there

(CHORUS)
You’re sittin’ at the kitchen table
I try to reach for you but I’m not able
You’ve built these walls of stone
In our home
And you left me on the other side
Alone

(VERSE)
You say the right words
but do you really care?
We share the same address
But baby, you don’t live here

(CHORUS)
You’re just sittin’ at the kitchen table
I try to reach for you but I’m not able
You’ve built these walls of stone
In our home
And you left me on the other side

(BRIDGE)
A blanket of loneliness covers me
When we turn out the lights
I try to kiss you, but all I hear
Is you whispering goodnight
(CHORUS)
Now I’m sittin’ at the kitchen table
Trying to understand but I’m not able
Why you built these walls of stone
In our home
And you left me on the other side
Alone

I Do Believe

Do you believe in destiny,
some kind of fate that takes
hold of you and me?
In the darkness
I feel your breath on my cheek
as you whisper "do you believe?"

(CHORUS)
I do believe
a greater power joins you and me
I feel a connection
I can't explain
It's beyond affection
pours down on me like rain
I do believe.

(VERSE)
The world spins round
and time moves on
In an instant
lovers are gone.
It's still your caress
that lingers on my breast
as you blend into me - do you believe

(CHORUS)
I do believe
a greater power joins you and me
I feel a connection
I can't explain
It's beyond affection
pours down on me like rain
I do believe.

(BRIDGE)
When I look at the moonlit sky, memories flood my eyes
I'm taken to a place and time when our spirits intertwined.

(CHORUS)
I do believe
a greater power joins you and me
I feel a connection
I can't explain
It's beyond affection
pours down on me like rain
I do believe.

I Can Be

So many times in relationships we try to morph who we are into what we think the other person wants us to be. It never works.


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I can be your rock star fantasy.
I can be your wildest dream.
I can be your temptress in white lace.
I can be your beauty queen.
I can call you Sugar Daddy,
and act like your little whore.
But it doeesn't mean a thing
if I'm not what you're looking for.

I can sip martinis late at night.
I can slam down a few beers.
I can be the one who picks the fight.
I can run away in tears.
I can be a social debutante.
I can fix a broke down Ford.
But if I'm not what you really want
you're bound to end up bored.

I can be barefoot and pregnant.
I can beat the corporate world.
I can be a nun, join a convent.
I can be your nasty girl.
I can be your trusted confidant,
lift your spirits from the ground.
But if I'm not what you really want
I will only let you down.

Off The Cuff

People say I should do this
Others say I should do that
You get really ticked
when I don't behave the way I should act.
Pointing out my giant flaws
You keep a list of my broken laws.
You say I do things without cause.
I'm not what I should be.
That's tough, I'm just me.

(CHORUS)
I'm off the cuff, in the buff
what you see is what you get.
If you think I'm not enough
you ain't seen nothing yet.
It's gonna be a ride
I'd like you by my side
But if you don't like how I play
step out of the way.

(VERSE)
What you want I may not do
Of my actions you won't approve
You're either with me or against
There ain't no sittin' on this fence.
Darlin' it's your choosing time
Stay or leave, make up your mind
You can blame me, but you can't change me
If you don't like what you see
That's tough, I'm just me.

(CHORUS)
I'm off the cuff, in the buff
what you see is what you get.
If you think I'm not enough
you ain't seen nothing yet.
It's gonna be a ride
I'd like you by my side
But if you don't like how I play
step out of the way.

(BRIDGE)
We could have a lot of fun
But I don't change for anyone

(CHORUS)
I'm off the cuff, in the buff
what you see is what you get.
If you think I'm not enough
you ain't seen nothing yet.
It's gonna be a ride
I'd like you by my side
But if you don't like how I play
step out of the way.

In The Gray

Sometimes the lines between right and wrong, left and right, black and white fade, run and blur when we try to balance amidst the tuggings of our minds and hearts. Sometimes we find ourselves dwelling "In the Gray"....


You say love is black or white
You say I must be crazy
Well, I might
I don't have the energy to put up a fight
Either you accept me
Or say goodnight

(CHORUS)
I live in the gray
what else can I say
The things I do
are done my way
I don't stay in the lines
I can't live confined
I've got to be free
I've got to be me.

(VERSE)
You define love by all it's laws
I weave in and out around love's flaws
You say the lines are clear to be seen
I have more fun in the in-between.

(CHORUS)
I live in the gray
what else can I say
The things I do
are done my way
I don't stay in the lines
I can't live confined
I've got to be free
I've got to be me.

I live in the gray and I like it that way.

I Will 'Cuz I Can

Do you ever miss the confidence of youth? This is a song I wrote in the arrogance of my youth many years ago.

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Don't you think I see you, standing at the bar
I can see right through you, I know who you are.
I know what you're after, girl don't hold your breath.
I'm his better half and I'm not finished with him yet.

(CHORUS)
I will 'cuz I can
Fulfill my man
If you think you're smart
you'll go for someone else
I have got his heart
and I'm keeping it for myself.

(VERSE)
You can bat your lashes, but it don't mean a thing
He vowed ashes to ashes and I wear this diamond ring.
He may think you're pretty, girl anybody would
But that don't mean a ditty 'cuz he knows I'm good!

(CHORUS)
I will 'cuz I can
Fulfill my man
If you think you're smart
you'll go for someone else
I have got his heart
and I'm keeping it for myself.

Time Will Heal

Time will heal all the pain

like sunlight chases away rain.

Time will heal what's inside

like the moon guides the tide.

This heartache you feel

time will heal.

The Watering Hole

In that smoky bar he sat again
bourbon and coke his only friend
Unshaven chin and squinted glare
he dreamed of a place, and wished he were there.
He's been on the road forever it seems
chasing the demons that call themselves dreams,
tired and hungry, feeling alone
he wants to give up and longs to come home.

(CHORUS)
Home is the watering hole
a place of strength, a place to go
when you're feeling down and weak
it will lift you to your feet
and set you back upon the path to your dream.

(VERSE)
In a club 'cross town she danced on the floor
knowing deep inside there had to be more,
each one night stand left her empty inside
she lay in bed and cried.

(CHORUS)
Home is the watering hole
a place of strength, a place to go
when you're feeling down and weak
it will lift you to your feet
and set you back upon the path to your dream.

Traveling through the desert of life
with the wind on your back, the sun too bright
praying each step you take is right
to lead you to your dream;
but the road isn't steady, the path is long
you made some choices and they were wrong,
thirsty and tired and all alone
you want to give up and go back home

(CHORUS)
Home is the watering hole
a place of strength, a place to go
when you're feeling down and weak
it will lift you to your feet
and set you back upon the path to your dream.

Sharpest Tool

We've all met a gorgeous specimen, the proverbial "perfect" man. We've all seen someone whose looks alone have rendered us breathless. But what happens when that exterior beauty and inflated ego has nothing to offer on the inside? This is a spoof I wrote about a gorgeous specimen I met once in college. It's called "Sharpest Tool" and it's all meant in good fun.

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I know you think he's cool
but he's not the sharpest tool
there's something lacking right above his neck;
He looks good by the pool,
when he speaks he is a fool
I'm telling you, he plays with half-a-deck.

He doesn't feel ashamed
when he mis-spells his own name.
He says things that don't even make sense.
I don't mean to be rude
but he's lacking an IQ
His name is listed beneath the word dense.

(CHORUS)
Sharpest Tool. Half-a-Deck.
There is no intellect.
I'm not even sure he can think.
He might be the missing link.

(VERSE)
You're eyeing his caboose
but he's got a screw loose.
I'd say he's a bubble short of plum.
I know you really care,
but he's not all there.
Girlfriend you better turn and run.

(CHORUS)
Sharpest Tool. Half-a-Deck.
There is no intellect.
Of a load, he's short a brick.
His mom calls him dimwit.
Girl, between me and you
this guy has no clue.

Right, Right Now

Someday we'll be looking back
the present will be past.
I don't want to wonder why
we didn't make this last.
Before tomorrow breaks
and today is yesterday,
Let's agree from now on
to put our differences away.

(CHORUS)
Let's make it right, right now
before a minute slips away
We only live one life
that's what people say.
So make it right, right now
forgive and forget
If we make it right, right now
we won't look back with regret.

(VERSE)
It takes two to make a vow
both give and receive
Looking back years from now
I don't want to feel sorry -
for what we should have said
all we could have done
It's easy to give up...
but I'd rather overcome.

(CHORUS)
And make it right, right now
before a minute slips away
We only live one life
that's what people say.
So make it right, right now
forgive and forget
If we make it right, right now
we won't look back with regret.

(BRIDGE)
We can let go of the hurt
Swallow our pride
There's nothing worse
than regret inside
The past is past
Our future is bright
if we...

(CHORUS)
Make it right, right now
before a minute slips away
We only live one life
that's what people say.
So make it right, right now
forgive and forget
If we make it right, right now
we won't look back with regret.

Fill My Vacancy

(VERSE)

The cards were stacked against us
right from the start.
Our love wasn't easy,
the best things never are.
Since you left I've been empty
I pretend it's not true.
The red light's flashing vacancy
and my heart calls for you.

(CHORUS)
I don't want anybody new
I just want somebody who
I used to know
The one I thought would never go.
I've tried new romance
All I want is a second chance
To make you see
You're the only one
You're the only one
You're the only one to fill my vacancy.

(VERSE)
Sure we had our troubles
just like everybody does.
But we had something special,
we shared true love.
Friends say I should move on
they say it wasn't meant to be.
But if you're not the one
why can no one fill my vacancy.

(CHORUS)
I don't want anybody new
I just want somebody who
I used to know
The one I thought would never go.
I've tried new romance
All I want is a second chance
To make you see
You're the only one
You're the only one
You're the only one to fill my vacancy.

(BRIDGE)
Other guys look me in the eyes
and say they love me.
I don't care 'cuz without you here
my heart's a vacancy

(CHORUS)
I don't want anybody new
I just want somebody who
I used to know
The one I thought would never go.
I've tried new romance
All I want is a second chance
To make you see
You're the only one
You're the only one
You're the only one to fill my vacancy.