When was a time you fell in love? I’m sure you’ve held onto those memories tightly, despite a painful longing you may feel. Sometimes it just doesn’t work out, you know? The people you were at the time, were not suited for each other. It’s hard to forget how it felt, to be in their arms though, isn’t it?

The best memories are made with somebody who’s completely out of “your type” range, if you ask me. It can get so wild, you lose track of yourself. You lose track of what’s yours, what’s theirs, and it all blends into that beautiful “us” zone.

But how do you get back? How do you return from that “us” zone after a breakup? It’s a long, hard journey. It’s a painful road of hurt and heartbreak. You’ll make it. I know you will. Time has no choice but to lead you in its flow.

Well, here’s my song about moving on through that heartbreak. I’m quite proud of it.

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What Kind of Man

I’ve been hoping on redemption
Walking sidelines through the park
Thoughts on worries hard to mention
Reckon I’ll be here ’til dark
And I wonder what my life would be
if I never met you
I’d stick on patchy horoscopes
and half a field of view

But for all the times I pass your street
I wish I stuck around
I know I told you off that time
and my religion nearly drowned
So now I cast my spells on ne’er-do-wells
and love the hallowed ground
I may be struck a heathen
but I miss the way we sound

Miss you, Mary
Hope you’re well
Know my path sends
Me to hell
Wish I wasn’t
But I am
If I left then
What kind of man, what kind of man?

Well I thank you in the mist for who
You helped me think to be
And though some people find surprise at this
You helped to set me free
Yet as I sit here on my hollow stump
I struggle just to see
I only had my eyes for you
But held to my belief

When we met I was the kind of man you’d
never want to meet
Playing board games with your friends, I didn’t
Care about defeat
Only there to stir up trouble
Putting chaos in your heart
I changed that on the double
And I played a kinder part

But I miss you, Mary
Hope you’re well
Know my path sends
Me to hell
Wish I wasn’t
But I am
If I left then
What kind of man, what kind of man?

The date we thought we’d never have
Observatory night
I found a special spark in you that
Shone a different light
And when the clouds rolled in to rain, I knew
That things won’t be the same
We kissed and found the stars alright
Though some went down the drain

I think I miss my memories
our time among the trees
The city walks, the private talks
Us busy little bees
And though we weren’t meant to be much more than
shine on broken glass
I find you in the morning dew
and wish that we could last

and I
Miss you, Mary
Hope you’re well
Know my path sends
Me to hell
Wish I wasn’t
But I am
If I left then
What kind of man, what kind of man?