So Damn Sad

I was driving down the road,

flipping through the music stations.

Trying to find a piece of gold,

in all the dirt that they’d been playing.

And when “The Dance” came on I just lost my mind.

Later on that evening, flipping through the iTunes

playlist titled “I Can’t Get Rid of These Blues”

I listed to “Don’t Take the Girl” 8 times.

Baby ever since you left it’s been like this each night.

I went from “All My Rowdy Friends” to “So Lonesome I Could Cry”

It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.

Just the other day

I hung out with some pals.

Went to the pub to watch game

to get me outta the house.

Didn’t matter cause they had a karaoke machine.

You wouldn’t believe how many girls were there

who arrived with brunette curls in their hair.

And buddy every single one of them was there to sing.

To make matters worse, the Reds lost by three

as the last lady closed with Faith Hill’s “Breathe”

It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.

I’m a glutton for punishment I guess because

I can’t keep my dial off depressing songs.

Thanks to the Georges, Merle and that Toby guy

I can relive us 4 minutes at a time.

It’s like I woke up on the wrong side of music row.

Where all the lies and tears and heartbreaks go.

Never was one for a ballad before

but that’s changed ever since you slammed that door.

You used to serve a better purpose in my life,

but your new one ain’t that bad.

You’re now the reason all my favorite songs are so damn sad.

Love Letter from a Man after March 20th

Jamming to 90’s country all 90 days of summer
only made missing you more mountainous. That’s
something I never could imagine happening
here in my heart or there in my mind.
Unfortunately, my imagination sure
ain’t what it used to be since the Panthers doused the Jayhawks
and we were a diamond ring on a newlywed.

Assuming that day meant anything
really was a big letdown. A bigger one than
Oscar Robinson’s ’62-63 season, than
Nash’s likely title count at career’s end, than when the
Mountaineers rained on the Cats two weeks later.

Oh, doll. That’s what you are, have always been.
Only you could leave this man in church formation,
requesting to come off the bench in a contest that should’ve
ended while you were still eleven and I was up by three.