When I was a little boy,
I didn’t have a favorite toy.
What I did have was a radio.
Turning the dial
was something memorable
when I wanted to forget about it all.
Johnny Cash kept me company.
Sam Cooke had me singing.
When I searched for inspiration,
I tuned in to a local station
and drift off with my imagination.
Going through my stuff
I finally found where it was.
Without it this whole time,
it came back into my life.
Dusting it off and closing my eyes,
I turned the dial and reminisced on good times.
When I’m all alone and the world is asleep,
I wish for that someone who’s dreaming of me.
I need a man to sweep me off my feet
and dry my tears with just a kiss on my cheek.
I thought I knew what love was
but had it all backwards.
I miss the one who was right in my life.
Now that I’m on my own
your side is growing cold.
If only you were here tonight.
Grasping for the stars and not between your arms.
Lying here in the dark, afraid to go to sleep.
I can feel you touch my hair but I know you’re not here
to kiss me. Baby, I’m sorry. You were perfect to me.
In the company of January’s silence,
I raise a glass in remembrance
to who I used to be.
Drunk off flashbacks,
I timidly raise a glass—
Another round of memories.
Here’s to the smiles I’ve lost
and all the pain I’ve caused—
I raise my glass to you.
To all the future misadventures
and other endeavors
I’m about to do.
May the years of mistakes
show me a better way
to be the ideal me.
Let me fill this glass again—
happiness, sadness…Fill it to the brim!
Another round of memories
Bittersweet memories taste so much better now that it has been aged properly