Georgia.

This is probably one of the most personal songs I've written.
It's also the first, in a long time, that I've written it entirely (music and all) in one sitting.
It's short, simple, and acoustic.




I am the push that helps you leave
The sad excuse for the hole in your sleeve
Where your broken heart use to stay

I am the page in a book filled with memories you'd like to keep
The sips you stole from your mother's wine to help you fall asleep
The note you wrote to a friend to show that you still care
and proof that every open door doesn't have to lead anywhere

You don't know who you are
You don't know where to go
But as long as you remember where you've been
I think you'll be alright

I'm the pillow still wet from your daughter's tears
Your awkward goodbye and irrational fears
Of failure and being left behind
I am the new life you hope you'll find.

You don't know who you are
You don't know where to go
But as long as you remember where you've been
I think you'll be alright
God, I hope you'll be alright.

and you're the note I wait to read
To show that you still care