Still writing songs.

Verse one
fake smiles are the best kind
and behind closed eyes there's another time
he'll make it through, make it through the night
and you take a minute just to take it all in
and you lean a little closer 'cause you know that I'm your friend
I'm done flipping back calendar pages for good.

Chorus
something about it's so right
something about it's so strange
something about it's so absolutely perfect
after the rain.
something about it's so right
something about it's so strange
something about it's so absolutely perfect
after the rain.


I have more, but YOU can't read it. Yet.