Adult Themes, Folk Ballad, Inspired by People, No Music Yet, Unrequited, Wistful, Women, Young Love

She’s Got an iPhone

Verse 1:
She’s got an iPhone
She’s always on that thing
She’s got an iPhone
And a diamond ring
I don’t know who loves her
Who lives inside her brain
I don’t know where she works
Or where she takes the train
But she’s got an iPhone
And she lives here in Maine

Bridge:
She wears granny glasses
Her hair’s always in a bun
She wears granny glasses
She’s constantly on the run
I haven’t seen her husband
Or if she has a girl or a boy
But she’s got an iPhone
And filled with so much joy

Chorus:
She smiles at me every morning
But doesn’t ever say a word
And she’s drivin’ me insane
’cause the whole thing is absurd
I wanna sit by her one time
Maybe day after day after that
But she’s addicted to her iPhone
So we never get to chit-chat

Verse 3:
She’s got an iPhone
I can only afford a Pixel 2
She’s got and iPhone
And looks like an ingenue
I wanna be friends with her
Grab coffee one afternoon
But this train’s the water
And she’s the elusive moon
Cause she’s got an iPhone
And I’m no filthy rich tycoon

Chorus:
She smiles at me every morning
But doesn’t ever say a word
And she’s drivin’ me insane
’cause the whole thing is absurd
I wanna sit by her one time
Maybe day after day after that
But she’s addicted to her iPhone
So we never get to chit-chat

Back to Verse 1:
She’s got an iPhone
She’s always on that thing
She’s got an iPhone
And a diamond ring
I don’t know who loves her
Who lives inside her brain
I don’t know where she works
Or where she takes the train
But she’s got an iPhone
And she lives here in Maine
And she lives here in Maine
And she lives here in Maine

February 7, 2019

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Adult Themes, Americana, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Women

I Believe Her Now

She told me she loved me before I moved on
And I think I believe her now
She said she didn’t want to live without me
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause she’s in a hospital bed
I keep thinkin’ ’bout what she said
It’s rattlin’ around in my head
And I think I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I think I believe her now

She told me I’d never find another like her
And I think I believe her now
She said I’d remember the way we were
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause I feel so damn upset
And I’m ponderin’ what she said
I’m filled with a lot of regret
And I think I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I think I believe her now

I came home last night to my apartment
She was out front waitin’ for me
A couple of guys left her for dead
She asked me to take her to Emergency
She was black ‘n blue all over her body
She could barely see out of her eyes
She said they both sexually assaulted her
And I couldn’t help but empathize

She told me she’s sorry she treated me bad
And I think I believe her now
She said ever since I left she’s been so sad
And I think I believe her now
‘Cause what I felt for her before we fought
Is back in my heart and I love her a lot
She said she really wants another shot
She told me she’ll give me all she’s got
And I think I believe her now
No, I know I believe her now

I believe
I believe
I believe
I know I believe her now
I know I believe her now

December 12, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Blues, Inspired by People, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Piano Song, Relationships, Wistful, Women, Young Love

Not So Wise

She’s as hot as biscuits on Sunday mornin’
but she can be colder than a witches tit
And when I put my right hand in her left one
It feels like a worn-in leather baseball mitt

And when I look into those turquoise eyes
There’s a whole world in there to explore
Just when I think I’ve got her figured out
She does somethin’ she’s never done before

Chorus:
Her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps her delicate issues
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

She can be as stubborn as a donkey on a trail
or as easygoing as a surfer girl on a beach
And when her soft wet lips are touchin’ mine
Everything I’ll ever need’s in my reach

And when she whispers the sweet words
I’ve been waiting all of my life to hear
What I’ve been quietly feelin’ in my soul
becomes so obvious, so crystal clear

Chorus:
Yet her heart isn’t an open book
I’ve had to turn every single page
She keeps a lot hidden inside
tucked away in a rusty cage
She threw the key to it into the ocean
that’s inside every tear she cries
And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

And just when I think I really know her
I realize I’m not so wise

November 4, 2018

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Inspired by People, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Relationships, Romance, Wistful, Women, Young Love

From April to August

We were only together
From April to August
From Spring thru Summer
She was fine, She was mine

We’d hit the dive bars
And the record shops
From Spring thru Summer
I was her fan and her man

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my favorite gray hoodie from my Senior year
And she gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to Spring
On that Seattle night when we made out to Sting
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

We had only dated
From April to August
Trips to Capitola
We held hands, saw cool bands

We’d go watch the ocean
We’d go mountain biking
From Spring to Summer
Drank barley wine, It was divine

Sometime after Labor Day
She said she was movin’ away
Her father got a job up North somewhere
I told her to write or call
I never heard from her at all
It was a gloomy Fall – life felt so unfair
I didn’t buy the thought that she didn’t care

Cause she took something of mine as a souvenir
It was my college ring I bought my Senior year
She gifted me this beat up Martin six string
But when I play it, I don’t feel a goddamn thing
All I wanna do now is go back in time to June
On that night when we kissed under the moon
Those weeks we were together from April to August
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust
Stole all my desire for anyone else and wanderlust

October 14, 2018

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About Family, Country Song, Growing Up, Inspired by High School, Inspired by People, Introspective, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Nostalgia, Optimism, Relationships, Rites of Passage, Romance, Women, Young Love

She’s Datin’ a Bad Boy

Her grades began to slip
from A’s & B’s to C’s & D’s
Her current choice of schoolboy
won’t give her fond memories
He’s been makin’ her feel guilty
He don’t respect her one bit
He’s a cocky lil’ sumbitch
Born to end up a misfit

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s not gonna be Mister Right
Ah, but she don’t know any different
so she loves him with all her might
She’s datin’ a greaseball
And he knows she’s outta his league
Cause he can’t help bein’ a bad boy
and she can’t help bein’ intrigued

Up nightly on her phone
maybe one day she’ll learn
Instead of taking care of her
He’ll go and never return
Maybe they’ll end up with a baby
and another one on the way
Then he’ll pick a fight & take off
but she’ll be wishin’ he’d stay

She’s datin’ a bad boy
Oh, he’s never gonna be “The One”
You can see it right in his icy eyes
He’ll eventually cut and run
She’s datin’ a scumbag
And he knows he don’t deserve her
Cause he can’t help bein’ a runner
They could be like her Mom & I were…

Bridge:
Maybe she thinks he’s a fixer-upper
Maybe he’ll change his reckless ways
Maybe she knows he’s just actin’ out
and he’s just goin’ through a phase
They could get thru all the hardships
Maybe they’ll learn from their mistakes
Guess I should just be there for her
Just in case her young heart breaks

She’s growin’ up and can date him
It’s not worth a damaging fight
Who am I to meddle with the little man
He’s someone like me who holds her tight
Maybe under all that stuff he wears
right down to the familiar Converse shoes
He’s no crazy tattooed biker dude
and I’m pickin’ up on all the wrong clues

She’s told me to stay out of it
so that’s what I’m gonna do
This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
he’s got a lot to live up to

This bad boy turned Dad of hers knows
the inner pain that kid is goin’ through

She’s datin’ a bad boy…

October 6, 2018

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Adult Themes, Autobiographical, Country Song, Introspective, Love, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Optimism, Relationships, Romance, Women

Her Happy Place

When she’s had a hard day
When she can’t even speak
When she’s running on empty
So depressed, afraid and weak
It’s right there on her face
I offer her a warm embrace
And become her happy place

And when she wants to talk
She really needs to vent
Maybe it’s work or the kids
That’s caused her to be bent
I don’t go down our staircase
Or mess around in cyberspace
I become her happy place

I hold her tight
I say it’ll be all right
When she cries
I don’t criticize
I recognize
Her deep need
To be understood
I look into her eyes
And improvise
Words to catalyze
I empathize
And she smiles
Says I smell good

When it’s our bedtime
And our kids are asleep
And she looks over to me
But there’s not a peep
It’s right there on her face
Blessing me with her grace
Bein’ my happy place

Then I hold her tight
Out goes the light
And she reminds
me I’m her prize
Out of all the guys
Nothing materialized
But the one she
Wasn’t sure would
And I smile inside
With silent pride
Knowing she’s satisfied
Cause she’ll confide
And I’m her guide
She says that she’s
Struggled with motherhood

It’s right there on her face
She’s blessed me with her grace
I know I’m not off base when say
We’re each other’s happy place
We’re each other’s happy place

September 1, 2018

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Adult Themes, Americana, Country Song, Growing Up, Lyrics, No Music Yet, Relationships, Women

Mama He’s Not Right

Well, I got off early from my dead end job
And I headed to my girl’s parents’ place
And they didn’t hear me let myself in
I heard her sister state her case

Saying,
Mama, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
I heard he gets drunk and high
Don’t you turn a blind eye
Don’t let her out of the house tonight
Mama he may be polite
But I’ve heard sis and him fight
His beater car is a pigsty
I think he only has a clip on tie
Ohhhh, Mama, he’s not right

So I quietly let myself out
And I went to the local pub
It was Thirsty Thursday
I was ready for beers n grub

Sure enough, there she was
My girl and some biker dude
She said “Oh he’s just a friend”
And “You’ve ruined my mood”

And I said
Baby, he’s not right
Something’s wrong with that guy
He’s already drunk and high
He’s givin’ me the stink eye
Don’t go home with him tonight
Baby, he don’t look polite
And he sure wants to fight
His home is likely a pigsty
He likely don’t own a tie
Ohhhh baby, he’s not right

Then I found myself in a big pickle
One that forever changed my life
I was gonna have to alter things
If I was gonna attract a potential wife

So she’d say
Mama, he’s just so right
He’s a bit flawed but good guy
He doesn’t get drunk or high
In fact he has an artistic eye
And she’d be home every night
We’d make up after each fight
Even if our place was a pigsty
And I had a few nice ties
I’m sick of them sayin’
That I ain’t right

I wanna be that good man
Whose wife is hugging tight
And when we’re under the sheets
We’d explode like fireworks & dynomite

And she’ll say
Mama, you’re wrong,
For me, he’s very, very right.

August 15, 2018

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