The time of year that makes me think of home

Just a Spoonful of Psycho

Around this time of year, every year, I tend to get a bit nostalgic for where I grew up. The bonfires on the weekends with the suns rays warming you through the day and a slight chill in the air as the sun sleeps for the evening, making it perfect sweatshirt and jeans weather. Though I migrated West into the desert, most people forget there are huge mountains out here, with trees that change colors, lose their leaves and SNOW! As I drive the boys to school in the morning I am stunned by the amazing colors showing up on the mountain as the trees are well into their fabulous Fall display, all seeming to try to out due the other. But there will always be something missing here where I have made my roots, and I think maybe, for everyone, no matter where you are, it’s never quite like…

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Vanity

I watched you try to hold it back
To keep it straight, your not all that
You won’t do that, you can’t do that

You won’t do that, you’re not all that

Memories of you standing proud on your own, its over now
You can’t do that, you won’t do that
You can’t do that, you’re not all that.

Listen to the thunder cracks across the sky

Watching as the color fades now from you eyes, eyes, eyes

Wishing how I just would have told told you more than once what you meant to me
But I was just a fool that sold out all that you gave me
My vanity

Vanity

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