I wrote the gospel on giving up
Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down.
I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
Forgive me I'm trying to find, my calling-- I'm calling at night. I don't mean to be a bother, but have you seen this girl? She's been running through my dreams, and it's driving me crazy it seems. I'm gonna ask her to marry me.
that dress is as tacky as homemade sin
Well she was just seventeen, if you know what I mean;
and the way she looked was way beyond compare.
So how could dance with another?
When I saw her standing there.
So first he's all like "Dad's on a hunting trip and hasn't been home in a few days," and now I'm saving people, hunting things--and they tell me it's the family business. They also keep telling me to 'carry on, wayward son' but I don't even know where I can carry on to, they locked me in this Impala named Baby and told me to shut my pie hole.
Stealin' Hearts, Kickin' Ass and Takin' Names since '97
basically, if you ever wonder what I talk like or sound like, just watch this. I'm a one of the prissy kind of southerners though, not the tree stand people.
someone told me there's a girl out there
with love in her eyes
and flowers in her hair
I read, I act, I dance, I sing, I read, I tumblr, I read. Get the picture?
Ballerina who writes her dreams on paper.