Looking back today at songs I wrote in this notebook:
They were all for you.
Looking back today at a history of forty pages.
This will be the last one.
I've been digging this grave long enough
I've been hung up on your smile.
But if I lift my head up high enough:
I can see for miles and miles.
Looking up today at the sun-stained hills of the western slope.
I won't look back again.
Driving north today back to the streets of old Fort Collins.
Tonight I'm home with all my friends.
Fuck no, I won't miss you.
I've got some other shit to do.
God damn, it's about time for me to get on with my life
Dust off your shoes son.
We're going out to have some fun.
It's all good now.