Get into the head of conner spangler

ol bar man

there is this man that stares at the clock for days.

In the twenty-four bar and doesn’t drink too far.

He watches the people as they move away, but he’s here to stay for the night.

They call him drunkin Bob because he never speaks, but he always moves.

He bobs his head to the music groove.

When the clock hits four he walks away, but only for a little while.

Everyone is so afraid to ask how he is.

or even if he is alive.

Can I get some questions?secrets?compliments? confessions?

in my ask box?

Lady at the doorstep

Here I am alone.

I’m looking on to my doorstep.

No one seems to be home.

I’ve known it was never easy.

The love and the stress, I wonder if I’m doing it right.

The passion yet friends, am I even alive?

These pages that I’m writing have replaced my thoughts and dreams!

Here I am again, love lays on my tongue.

I wonder what she truely thinks of me.

Because the drinks, they’re making me sick and the smoke kills my lungs.

How can I get out of this, am I dead because I can barely stay alive.

Alive and well with by my side, but i a lost within my mind.

It’s getting harder to breathe tonight, in a few weeks I’m gone.

I hope to be alright, with the new people I’ve never known.

Well you’re at home think of me because I’ll be back around I swear i’ll be.

I just made some mad good scrambled eggs

RE:conception

Wake up, I’ve got a new deal within these hands.

Through the lands far and wide, this is a wasteland.

We talk, but it’s too cheap.

the people we meet, soon as destroyed.

Is this what is implied?

All the lies and games, just for the fortune and fame.

We go crazy in this game, but what is it to our name?

We know what should be repaid, yet we steal!

These broken homes and names.

A family with no time.

The boys and girls Lie.

We are the drugs inside the world, we are the jails of America.

My heart is the ship that has not found its home.

Through life and death, thick and thin my love reaches to the sky!

Is this all mine?

Do I have enough time?

We go to depression as we think it’s our perception.

The game of life, is as fair as it can be.

Happiness, sadness;greed, generousity.

Are we really what we see?

This was not made before conception.

Love through a town

I’ve been running through this town again.

All I see is people looking for love.

Their hearts can never get enough.

Before my mind goes nuts and the day ends.

Is it love or do I have enough?

But the hate is so bad to ever get through.

I’ve been looking all around for you.

Because you’re the one who get’s me!

So don’t leave like all the rest.

I’ve got a room in my heart because you’re my best.

Just hold on to my hand, because i’ve found the one I think is true.

I’ve been running from state to state, all I see is you in each and every eye.

Baby speed up the pace, because all I am doing is running too.

And if you don’t want me you better tell me now!

Because you’ve got me in the palm of your hands somehow.

And all I need is you, you, you tonight.