Witches and bones come to take me home
Where a bitter kind of man could reason
I’d have spent my time with the water and the wine
But I’m better off sent for treason

And in that light, while I try as I might
Couldn’t find a metal mind worth bending
So I spend every night with the winds come wide
And the mornings just pretending

Where, oh where, is the fair
Will you ever find me there
Will I tell you simple tales
Living life without compare

And if two blend to one
Can we spend it in the sun
Will we face the challenge on
Just to live to be someone

Battered and broke, but the fire kept stoked
If I knew what life delivers
I would do it the same, but without my shame
In a world not made for givers

So if I meet you or you find me
Ass-first down-river or stuck in a tree
I couldn’t give a clamor ’bout who you were
Long as she’s not you and you ain’t her

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After the Fair

It happens, I know. I do it too often myself. I fall for a pretty face, and straight into a honeymoon phase. When you spend the time getting to know somebody online, you get drowned out by people who show a more heated passion.

Even if we want that kind of passion to ignite, it’s important to take a healthy pace. There are many divorced and separated parents these days, leaving their children without a proper base of operations; a home. I don’t want to be one of those parents, and I don’t want to be one of those partners.