Spirit animals

When you come across certain animals several times, animals you don't normally see. But you've crossed paths with a particular animal more than one time, it means something. The first time I noticed this it was dragon flies. This was when I lived in Bryson and my spiritual energy was just starting to flow thru me evenly and deeply. And these dragon flies they were normal to see but what wasn't normal, is I could stand in the yard and they'd swarm me. And if I was sitting, they would land on me, and stay until I moved. Dragon flies mean change and transformation, adaptability, joy and lightness, invitation to learn your emotions, to be on the look out for deiciets and illusions(personal and external) all of this resonated with me at the time. 

Then it was bees, bees would do the same, land on me and not sting. Swarm around me and fly off. 

Then Hawks, hedgehogs, wolves, eagles, dove, dragons, turtles, blue birds, elephants, idk if that's all. These animals would show up in the strangest places and they would at the time, relate to what ever I had going on at the time. When I would see one and recognize that I had seen said creature multiple times, it would dawn on me to check what it meant and I would and every time, it would correlate with a drama or situation that I was having. Some times it would be so weird, my mind almost wouldn't believe it. I'm very in tune with the aspects of nature, I've always been that way. Laying in the dirt is my most healing thng I can do, sitting against the truck of a tree is the best healing connection you can get. Our creator is apart of all things that he has created and when you take the time to connect to his nature, you fill up something inside of you. If you have had a creature or thing that keeps showing up, it's not a coincidence. They are speaking to you thru nature. You will find answers here, so pay attention and when you want to do research, a you have to do is Google spritual meaning of ?? And you will be surprised at how it relates. 

Reflection

It's said that the people you are around and the way that they treat you is a reflection of how you act for towards them. I can believe this because I do it. I tend to mimic the person I'm around. If they are nervous, I am as well. If they are lying, I don't like it and I act weird. If they are shady, I'm awkward. I want to call the shady out, but I fight myself to do it. I try to put out what I want to receive back, and that's honesty, straight forward behavior that is loving. There is love in truth even if it's rough. If the other person is wearing a "mask" and is not truthful, I tend to call them out even on accident. I don't mean to do it. I just can not take it when someone is fake. Like it's not like I truly care if a stranger on the street is being a snob. But if I interact with them, they just don't get to treat me that way. Something will come out of my mouth that isn't nice. It's easier when my kids are around cause I can look at my children and tell them that if they ever act like that, I'm going to beat them. The way you treat others, is what your going to get back from people. I'm open to anyone. For instance the 20 year old partying with the drunks at the tattoo parlor. They were ramblers. They were on foot with a dog, she had a undershirt type tank top with major boobs and I do mean boobs that where like ba-bam. And he was skraggly w a dog on a leash. They were drinking the drunks alcohol. They were in love. I could tell that. A solid couple of young kids not 21. Maybe 20. I always make up a story in my head about people. And I decided they had no money and they were just wandering. They may have been camping or maybe they go back to moms house randomly. They had no roots tho. They did not have jobs. They were free. They wander around and find their next meal. Scociety says this is not acceptable. I don't mind. I feel like if they aren't destructive or thieves they can find people who genuinely care enough to sustain their lives. Until they wrong me, I'll be kind. And so I was. People like this are interesting. They had their instincts on point tho, as they left before the cops arrived. 

I am the same way. When I have been at a place with my kids, and if I'm around you in a setting, where there are drinks and idiots, and you look up and I'm gone, it's because somethin fixing to happen and I want no part of it. And my kids know my looks, I can give one look and say "load" and 3 kids and all our shit will be gone. I've had people call me, where'd you go!? So and so got into a fight, and I'm like yea, I'm out. We don't hang like that. If I'm alone, I might stay but if my kids are with me and there is anything going on that makes me uncomfortable, I am gone, and you won't even know I've left. 

Anyway, so the reflection of what you recieve from others. I open myself up to everyone. They get my openness and they get my honesty. But if you are being shady in anyway, I'm going to reflect that back. If I act crazy towards you, it's because you are doing something wrong. You gotta ask yourself, have I been on the up and up with her. And if I've been acting crazy, towards you, the answer is no. You absolutely have not been acting right towards me. You wana lie and be shady and not nice? Well you getting awkward crazy. Period. You being nice, open and honest, you get the good Jenny. This happens with everyone you interact with. Pay attention what you are putting out there. 

Words and nothing more... Frank Hamilton...

I love music and I love lyrics, I love words and I love this song .... 

Farewell the summer and welcome in the rain,

i found a lover left me high and dry again,

a non believer i will never be,

but there's no further questions in the case of you and me,

no further questions in the case of you and me.

i wish you weren't the first thing on my mind in the morning,

i'll put you in a love song, i'll put you in a love song,

and soon you'll be words and nothing more,

a song that i heard but never bought,

and under london skies we'll find our way,

find our way back home.

no, you are not a lover so i am not your friend,

this is not a rom-com there will be no happy end,

i have trouble sleeping but i can dream for days,

i'll change my socks but i will never change my ways darling,

i can change my socks but i will never change my ways,

you won't always be the first thing on my mind in the morning,

i'll put you in a love song, i'll put you in a love song,

and soon you'll be words and nothing more,

a song that i heard but never bought,

and under london skies we'll find our way,

find our way back home.

oh, i can change my socks but i will never change my ways.

i can change my socks but i will never change my ways.

i can change my socks but i will never change my ways.

i can change my socks but i wont ever change.

and soon you'll be words and nothing more,

a song that i heard but never bought,

and under london skies we'll find our way,

we'll find our way...

a face in the crowd i used to know.

cause darling right now i want you so,

but under london skies i'll find my way,

i'll find my way back home .

I love water.

Beach day two, we started out with a pep talk today, yesterday was crazy. I normally get a min by myself with my kids to lay down the law. If there are others to interfere with our process things get all messed up. There are several parents here, and everyone has a say. But mostly cause I'm the 24 hour parent, I like to start out at the bottom, I just am the bossiest and most stubborn. But I am kind and generous in the way that I told them this; alright, stay less than half of the house away from me at all times...they want to get out there real far, it goes for miles it seems and is still shallow, and they want to ride the big waves. And it's not that I care, I told them it's logistics, I can not get to you in time to save you if something happens, you have to be close enough, for ms to save you. I have 3 stubborn kids that are not going to do a dam thing I say unless they understand the reasons. And once they see why I tell them things, they tend to stick with the program. And then it's Jax mind Jennifer, (Jax has always not completely jived with Jenn, it's just something we have adjusted to. They love each other but there is still a lil disrespectful behavior out of Jax toward her.) and Harper just mind period, and scout mind josh(josh and scout butt heads) I make them mind everyone else. I make them respect everyone else. They have to respect these other figures of authority and I do too, to make this entire situation to work. The kids have to see that it's normal from me. And they follow suite. 

So today they stuck closer, were more aware of where they were and it was a beautiful day. We are all sunburned and tired. I plan on shopping for crap later. That's my fav thing to do on vacay, find crap that I like, that's not what I find at home. 

And I'm going to find some crab legs. And sea food that knocks my socks off. I may have a fruity adult beverage as well. I'm moving to the beach. 

Choices

You can't blame anyone for the choices you make. You don't get to say well because they....no, they aren't you. You made the decision to do what ever it was that you did. If you were manipulated in any way, still your fault, stand in your convictions. If you can't stand up to them, again, get ya some balls. Once you own your own actions, things seem to go a little smoother. Be aware of the choices, and be aware that choices are just ripples in the ocean. And the choices affect what ever is standing in your water. And be prepared to deal with what ever you choose. Do you just ignore whom ever you affected and turn your nose at the fact you toppled their boat in your water because of the choices and ripple affect. Do you fix the situation, and send them off? What do you do when you make choices that hurt others? Do you blame others and walk away? Or do you create solutions to fix the problem? There are many types of people. Which one are you. 

Beach it.

I do not know what it is about the ocean. It's the most healing place I've connected to. 4 hours at the beach, my skin covered in salt and sand everywhere. I love it. The smell of the ocean. The sounds. The marine life. Everything. We are in a beautiful spot. And my heart is full. And I'm at total peace. I want to live next to the ocean. 5am

Let her go. Passenger..

Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you’re missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

Staring at the bottom of your glass

Hoping one day you'll make a dream last

But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes

Maybe one day you'll understand why

Everything you touch surely dies

But you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

Staring at the ceiling in the dark

Same old empty feeling in your heart

'Cause love comes slow and it goes so fast

Well you see her when you fall asleep

But never to touch and never to keep

'Cause you loved her too much

And you dived too deep

Well you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)

And you let her go (oh, oh, ooh, oh no)

Will you let her go?

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

'Cause you only need the light when it's burning low

Only miss the sun when it starts to snow

Only know you love her when you let her go

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

Only hate the road when you're missin' home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

Pete and repeat,

I tend to repeat myself a lot. That must be annoying for anyone communicating with me. I honestly just openly realized it. It's like my brain just rotates over and over the same things. My life is sort of full of synchronized events. Several small things will relate to one big thing, so it just comes back up and I go over it again. One small moment, unrelated to anything, becomes related to a big situation going on. This happens in all areas. I do not know if it's my brain just relating the events together. Or if it's something else. They say that's the universe speaking to you. Showing you the solutions to the situations, thru these small moments unrelated. And guiding you to the path you are to be on. They say these synchronicities are divine speaking to you. Showing you where to go. I'm sane enough to realize, this could be my brain, just doin its computer work it does. Or it could be something else. It could be God speaking to me. I have used them both ways. When something happens that relates to something else, my entire body will get chill bumps and it skin sets fire. So I tend to know its my higher self taking to divine. Passing it on down to my human self. Me. Jenny. The repeater of stuff. 

Today I saved a life

Well today I can say I actually saved a life. It was like any normal Friday. We were not too busy and I was out in the back part of the dining room, visiting.. I hear Joyde scream my name, I walk around and see a man hold up his woman and she's choking, so I pushed him out of the way and did the freaking Hiemlich on her until the food came out. While my mom, and every one freaked out. My mom freaks out in crisis. I'm talking like she's worthless. My mom can do anything. I mean she can get anything done. In miraculous ways. But she can't handle emergencies. I'm the most chaotic human I know but when there is emergency I'm the one to handle it. Mostly because my mind works so damn fast that I just react. I don't think I just do. I know this woman, I sit and visit her every time she comes in. She thinks I'm too skinny and she's so super gentle and kind. When she stopped choking she turned around and I just held her. She cried and I told her in her ear to calm down she was fine. And then I lost it. I dawned on me what had even happened. I had to go outside ... It just made me realize how short life can be. I mean she had not had air for a min or so. And no one could think. It was bizarrelike. 

I react so fast to anything and some times that's not a good thing, but in this moment because I do not think, and I just did what I had to do, I saved her life. My mom was like idk what we would've done, it would have taken 911 to get there a while. And I was like I'm not letting anyone dying on me. I'd have shoved my hands on her throat if I had to. I'd have done anything to get her breathing again. She was twice my size and I still was able to do it. I don't know how. Other than that I have God and angels walking with me. Life is short. Love your people. 

Raisin kids.

Im outside hiding. It's been one of the days that being a parent can kiss my ass. In the hours of 4pm-10:16...started out alright after I got off work...went outside, came back in and there's Harper and scout middle of the kitchen floor, with bout 7 large cups, and a few bottles of water and all of my food coloring. Which was bout 3 different kinds for icing colors...I stop at the door and Harper looks up at me in a already defiant voice and screams "it's a science experiment!!!" Im pissed at the mess but hell I can't argue with that logic. I just calmly looked at her, cause she obviously just manipulated me into not getting on to her, and said "did I say anything, just clean up the mess or I'm mad." I asked on by and they actually did clean it up. Then 30 mins later, I hear screaming in the loudest voice possible, I go outside where they are, and the entire neighborhood most likely can hear Harper screaming and crying because scout hit her cause she was playing with his toys(scout does not like to share, he doesn't like to play with his toys, he likes them new, and he plays with everyone else's things)  then I looked around and realized that on the back porch Harper has drug her entire bed room out there...another mess..(still there)She's screaming at scout and I'm screaming at her. Telling her to go lay down. She cries when she's tired and she also feels my moods and my mood this afternoon was not butterflies and rainbows. I am exhausted. Thru out all this jaxens tearing apart the house looking for a phone charger. Asking where one is, and I don't care, cause he's in charge of his own property. I can barely keep track of my own stuff. He's 10, keep up with your crap kid! I get everyone laid down and then one by one they straggle in with in 10 mins, hungry. I send them all back to their rooms with a snack. Bout 30 mins later, we repeat that entire story over again. These three lil children are a gang. They sit in their rooms and they plan...they have a dry erase board in their closet and they map out a solid plan to break me. Always send in the baby first. Hit him, hurt his feelings, make him cry, SEND ROUND ONE. Then I automatically have to call in the middle child to find out why she hit him, but then I have to call in the OLDEST to find out the truth. So they all comin at me, telling three different stories. So at that point I DONT EVEN CARE! Go away!! They won. They got away with everything. They have won today. There's always tomorrow for parenting domination ....they had sandwiches tho, so I did get one battle won. Don't make the person feeding you angry! 

Band of gypsies

Have you ever felt as if you were walking around in a haze. Not really living. Like you are alive but you are not living. You go to work, you go home, you do home stuff, you go to bed, and you repeat. That is not living. 

Yesterday I went to Starbucks, I watched a deep red headed guy with hair down to the middle of his back, full beard and mustache, maybe 30, dressed in converse, cut off blue shorts and a tshirt. He was muscular but had this feminine quality about him. I don't even know why I just thought that... Anyway. He was walking a pit bull in the grass behind water burger. I was pulled to him. My eyes. I watched him walk back towards Starbucks he was careful to keep the pit bull up to him. Making sure she followed him. I don't know if it was a girl dog, but I feel it was. She was about a year old, and she stayed right at his feet. She had no collar or leash. They were both free. I know a free spirit when I come across one. And I'm always drawn to them. When I leave Starbucks and pull passed the front of the building, at the tables sits a group of them 30 something group of free spirits. My soul longed to join them. Like I see a free spirit and I long to join them. As if I belong there. In freedom. Or have been there. I promise you that they haven't paid taxes. I knew they most likely didn't have drivers licenses. I could tell the way the guy had walked the dog back to the group that he was nervous about be in the open center of nothing like someone was fixing to scream at him to get off the lot. Or that he wasn't in his group. It felt more like the guy that really is not a bad human, but because of his freedom of spirit he gets lashed out at by society. 

I went on to Walmart with out another thought of the free spirits sitting so close to me that I can smell and feel the freedom. 

As I was leaving, a Rv catches my attention. It was a old school big one sitting long ways right in the damn way. It had its lil engine box pulled out. I felt sorry for it then, it obviously had cruised in and had to stop right there. I could have gone around and drove away, but I just felt pulled to drive around it. And there next to the Rv was a small homemade looking box trailer. And a old gal of about 50 with big blonde wavy hair like she stuck her finger in a light socket, a lady I used to know, told me she felt rode hard and put up wet, and that saying is a good way to describe this woman. Another tacky way to say it but it will allow you a visual image, is crack whore. I felt for her tho. She was stuck with the stuff. While, who ever went to get parts for the Rv and most likely my band of free spirits, sittin up at Starbucks  enjoyed the stop. These people were gypsies. And gypsies feel like my people. I could get in that Rv and be just freaking amazing. Going where ever the wind blew us with a group of people that I call family that may or may not be blood. I honestly didn't even think of these people again and I don't even know why I started telling this story. But if there is reincarnation and I personally believe there is, I had to of been a gypsy. I still follow my spirit where ever she takes me. And I still don't follow the rules. And I still have a band of people that aren't blood related and that are, that I would lay down my life for. I live both ways. In society and in my freedom. That is a beautiful revelation about myself. I'm true to me but I'm able to still be apart of anything. I bring my self to the table and I bring food too. 

To be crazy.

Well I walk a fine line. I have a story. I was laying down last night, trying to sleep. I can never go to sleep lately, they say when you can't sleep at night is cause your awake in someone else's dreams. That I believe. My ear started aching, and I thought shit I have swimmers ear. We spent the week in the water. We love water. So I'm like hell. I touch my ear. It does not hurt. The pain rolls over me again. It feels like swimmers ear, I touch my ear again, and behind it, it doesn't hurt. I then get up and check my kids, scouts asleep, Jax and Harper are watching tv. In bed. I go lay back down. When I wake up, scout has a ear ache in the ear I was feeling pain. I took him to the dr this afternoon. I told my doctor this story. And I told my doctor how I feel a few friends pains, and I held my hand out in flat and laid my other standing up on it and I said "I realize I walk a fine line here, of crazy, I realize I'm standing on this line and if I'm not careful to what I say about things I have been doing, I'm insane, but I feel like because I know this I am sane" he laughed at me. He's been my dr since 1987 and I have received all kinds of care from him, illness, mental and physical and emotional. He is my moms doctor and my granny's. He KNOWS me and my history. And he said one word "empath" and I said yes. and he said are you asking how to stop it? And I said no, it's a gift. I literally am picking up my peoples physical pain. I don't know if I'm feeling it out of empathy or like taking some of it. I just know I am doing it. The fact I feel my babies pain isn't a shock. I'm surprised I've not noticed it with them sooner. Tonight scout walked In the living room, and I said "does your ear hurt" he tells me "no" because he hates antibiotics. But my ear panged a pang of pain, and said does it hurt? He again said no. And I said scout it hurts, I feel it, he said it hurts a lil. So there's your crazy. 

Love yourself

Today day this came up to me twice.... Loving yourself...I don't mean vanity, nor loving your looks, the way you have shaped your body or what ever physical thing you are obsessed with...I'm talking about looking in the mirror in your own eyes and saying I love you. I love how you love everyone and everything. I love how you open yourself up to anyone that needs it. I love how you smile at every stranger and speak to anyone around, I love how you know when to walk away from the people that are not good to you, I love how you work your ass off, even when you can't go on, I love your drive and determination and I love how you always try to do right by everyone. I love how you parent, how you choose your clothing, I love you. (That was I love about me) but anyway, you have to love yourself, love your actions and love every thing about your life, and if you don't change it. Most people think they can't change anything but in reality, you can wake up and be whom ever you want, I encourage you to be yourself and love yourself but if you don't love something about yourself then it isn't you, so change it. Love the person you are. That's half the battle of life I think. 

I do not do church but I walk with God.

I took myself off Facebook. So I could focus on myself and my kids. I found it distracting and I found it too heavy. I've become so sensitive to the energy of which the world is creating. The gay fighting situation got me down. I'm sure if you know me, you know where I stand. That point is moot tho. The anger, the evil hatred spewed by people that I know are full time sinners, in their own right, really pissed me off. You can believe a passage in the bible but you can't turn it to yourself when it's a passage about your sins? That's why I disagree w organized religion. I've been in a friendship w someone that does organized religion, and he's the biggest sinner I know. And he judges my spirituality more than anyone. When I'm literally talking and working for God. Just because I never stepped foot in a church, doesn't make me any less of a god worker. I don't know the bible, I know God. I don't read the pages, I hear God. He speaks to me , I've made statements to people before and they have said "that's in the bible" and I say really!!!!, that weird. Cause I don't read the bible. Instead. I sit with God. I talk to God. He responds and he fills my life up. I put all my faith in him. I listen to his messengers, I listen to his angels. I hear him. I never stepped foot in a church for healing of God, I step in my yard, I step next to the trees he created, I sit next to the animals he sent me, I watch his butterflies, dragon flies, and birds. Birds come to me. Wild birds come and sit in front of me. Drop feathers at me feet. I don't go to church but I do talk to God. I never have had much passion for my spiritual side, but now every moment, I say, "God what now?" And when I'm paying attention, he shows me. He tells me. I walk with God, but I do not go to church. 

Home away from home; my reality today.

When your at the cabin, you go way way back. DVDs, no service on phones unless you stand behind the chair in the center of house, the umbrella table outside, and the end of the walkway, there is outside tho, and there is floation devices and water, Kool aid hair dying,

and dirt, fire works, books, sunshine, butterflies, lizards, side walk chalk, visiting the neighbor hood dogs, music (there is music where ever josh and I are) there is candle light serenading, singing and dancing, and so many things that fill up my heart. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

The topic of death.

From the time I was small, I've not been afraid of death. I never did funerals, as I always felt that a funeral was for the living. All that sadness in one place, and all I could think about was there is no way, that death was sad. When you reach death, I feel like it is because you learned all you needed to in this life. I feel like heaven and earth are basically next to each other. And the "realms" cross back and forth. When you see a ghost or a spirit or have any paranormal moments, that's heaven, crossing in front of you. Which just tells me, that death is nothing other than a rebirth. I don't know why I feel like I even know this. When I think about me dying, almost as if I have before, I feel like I will be set free of this heavy organic vehicle of which we call a body, and all the anxiety and pain is gone, and I will float up and fly into freedom. That's how I see death. I feel like most everything is predestined based off choices. The choices you make, takes you down a path, that leads you to death. Everything living also is dying. When you have a death of someone close to you, our human emotion of grief, over takes us, and we forget, that a heaven like place is on the other side of this life. And those in heaven can see us, and they stand here with us. When we call to them, they are able to come. They speak to us in all kinds of ways. They use they energy of things in our spaces to communicate. Death is not the ending of life. It's mearly the beginning of a new life. And the soul connections you have from life to life, most of them travel with you. These are just some of my thoughts on death. Where they came from, I'll never know. Most things I think about, I don't even know where they have came from. 

Life will pass you by

Life is just waiting to pass you by. 

If you give it the chance, it won't have to try.

You'll be toiling away, longing for your desires.

Those matieral matters, that hold no substance. 

The homes, the cars, the money you burn. 

You'll close your eyes, and then you'll open them up, and you stand there waiting on your turn. 

Just waiting to fly, waiting to soar. 

That humanness just craves more more and more. 

And that life you forgot to live. It beckons from the past, it says, make each moment last. 

Stop and realize. This is your life. Not tomorrow. Not yesterday. This moment right here. Me drinking my coffee, on my porch in paradise, watching scout run round outside glad to be he from a 4 day adventure, and harp and Jax in their rooms, my dogs at my feet, my heart full. This single moment I am in sitting in. 

Can you sit in a moment

Can you sit in a moment, and focus only on it. Don't think of the bills, don't think of the worries. Bask in one moment and say, I'm ok.  I am protected, I am guided, and everything I need for survival will be provided. Luxury will randomly show up too. Can you sit in a moment and not have one worry and look at the person across from you and see them. Can you sit in a moment, and feel their stuff. Can you sit in a moment and open your heart and love them, for nothing other than being there with you. Can you sit in that moment and know that you are in the moment that you are in for a reason, and when you find that reason. It makes that moment so much more valuable. Can you sit in my moments ...

Playing mini golf with scout. And other things

Later at the beach 

The second round of golf 

Well if you know me, I don't do sports. Of any kind. They hold no interest to me. There isn't a comepetive bone in my body. Winning doesn't define me. But scout? He is winning, matter fact, he can change the rules at anytime to win. This works well for me, as I don't care for rules any way, so we just make up our own. He will hit my ball if it's in his way, and he'll take my turn. With out even asking, he just looks at me. I danced around instead, and followed him thru the game. The other kids did go carts. Scout and me did go carts later, and I hated it. And I lost my shoe on the track. Cause I drive bare foot, luckily the people were super nice, so we made it out alive. It was a good day. 

Broken bow

Today has been beautiful. 

Imagine Dragons; shots 

I'm sorry for everything

Oh, everything I've done

Am I out of touch?

Am I out of my place?

When I keep saying that I'm looking for an empty space

Oh, I'm wishing you're here

But I'm wishing you're gone

I can't have you and I'm only gonna do you wrong

Oh, I'm going to mess this up

Oh, this is just my luck

Over and over and over again

I'm sorry for everything

Oh, everything I've done

From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun

And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved

Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved

Am I out of luck?

Am I waiting to break?

When I keep saying that I'm looking for a way to escape

Oh, I'm wishing I had what I'd taken for granted

I can't help you when I'm only gonna do you wrong

Oh, I'm going to mess this up

Oh, this is just my luck

Over and over and over again

I'm sorry for everything

Oh, everything I've done

From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun

And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved

Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved

In the meantime we let it go

At the roadside

We used to know

We can let this drift away

Oh, we let this drift away

At the bay side

You used to show

In the moonlight

We let it go

We can let this drift away

Oh, we let this drift away

And there's always time to change your mind

Oh, there's always time to change your mind

Oh, love, can you hear me?

Oh, let it drift away

I'm sorry for everything

Oh, everything I've done

From the second that I was born it seems I had a loaded gun

And then I shot, shot, shot a hole through everything I loved

Oh, I shot, shot, shot a hole through every single thing that I loved

In the meantime we let it go

At the roadside

We used to know

We can let this drift away

Oh, we let this drift away

At the bay side

You used to show

In the moonlight

We let it go

We can let this drift away

Oh, we let this drift away

And there's always time to change your mind

Oh, there's always time to change your mind

Oh, love, can you hear me?

Oh, let it drift away