<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537</id><updated>2024-09-17T01:58:18.388-04:00</updated><category term="08-01-09"/><category term="08-02"/><category term="03-10-6"/><category term="05"/><category term="08-03-24"/><category term="08-04"/><category term="08-04-21"/><category term="09-02-25"/><category term="09-04-14"/><category term="09-09-09"/><category term="11-04-26"/><category term="2010-11-24"/><category term="2010-12-28"/><category term="2011-08-31"/><category term="03-11-25"/><category term="03-7-1"/><category term="03-7-21"/><category term="03-8-25"/><category term="03-9-24"/><category term="04-2-11"/><category term="04-2-2"/><category term="04-5-31"/><category term="04-8-12"/><category term="04-9-17"/><category term="04-9-8"/><category term="05-20-10"/><category term="05-3-12"/><category term="05-3-6"/><category term="06-4-17"/><category term="07-03"/><category term="07-1-15"/><category term="07-1-28"/><category term="07-10-23"/><category term="07-11-28"/><category term="07-12-16"/><category term="07-3-7"/><category term="07-4-30"/><category term="07-5-03"/><category term="07-8-12"/><category term="08-01-01"/><category term="08-01-13"/><category term="08-01-28"/><category term="08-03-19"/><category term="08-04-16"/><category term="08-04-23"/><category term="08-06-21"/><category term="08-06-30"/><category term="08-07-03"/><category term="08-07-08"/><category term="08-07-28"/><category term="08-07-30"/><category term="08-08"/><category term="08-09-02"/><category term="08-11-18"/><category term="08-11-26"/><category term="09-01-12"/><category term="09-01-27"/><category term="09-02-03"/><category term="09-03-07"/><category term="09-03-31"/><category term="09-04-15"/><category term="09-07-24"/><category term="09-07-28"/><category term="09-09-11"/><category term="09-09-13"/><category term="09-09-16"/><category term="09-10"/><category term="09-10-18"/><category term="09-10-28"/><category term="09-11-12"/><category term="09-11-13"/><category term="09-12"/><category term="10-01-19"/><category term="10-02-18"/><category term="10-02-25"/><category term="10-04-03"/><category term="10-09-05"/><category term="10-10-25"/><category term="10-10-26"/><category term="10-11-08"/><category term="11-03-02"/><category term="11-04-20"/><category term="11-05-27"/><category term="11-06-03"/><category term="11-09-21"/><category term="11-09-30"/><category term="2009-09-21"/><category term="2009-10-26"/><category term="2010-02"/><category term="2010-10-13"/><category term="2010-11-18"/><category term="2010-11-19"/><category term="2010-11-29"/><category term="2010-12-06"/><category term="2010-12-27"/><category term="2011-01-19"/><category term="2011-01-24"/><category term="2011-06-18"/><category term="2011-06-19"/><category term="2011-06-21"/><category term="2011-07-11"/><category term="2011-07-14"/><category term="2011-07-24"/><category term="2011-09-30"/><category term="2011-11-7"/><category term="2011-12-18"/><title type='text'>Kimberly Ann.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-5791516116948284695</id><published>2012-09-21T05:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T05:40:41.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyrone, Georgia</title><content type='html'>My momma &amp;amp; daddy brought me here when I was only 10&lt;br /&gt;
I got the biggest room, Momma re-painted my canopy bed&lt;br /&gt;
And with gold moon and stars, I was goin&#39; far, didn&#39;t know how this would end&lt;br /&gt;
In Tyrone, Georgia, I was only ten.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My momma &amp;amp; daddy bought me my first car&lt;br /&gt;
It was white and bright, my get-away, gotta go far&lt;br /&gt;
And with only a CD player, it was going to the county fair, no matter, didn&#39;t seem to care&lt;br /&gt;
In Tyrone, Georgia, at the county fair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you&#39;re young, you don&#39;t seem to know how short time can be&lt;br /&gt;
A few years can seem like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know, didn&#39;t seem to care, what fate had in store for me&lt;br /&gt;
But this small town was the world to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My momma &amp;amp; daddy drove me to graduation day&lt;br /&gt;
It was hot as any May afternoon, and I prayed&lt;br /&gt;
That this was the best thing that could ever happen, hoped everyone could notice me&lt;br /&gt;
In Tyrone, Georgia, on my graduation day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My momma &amp;amp; daddy drove me to off to Athens&lt;br /&gt;
Dropped me off with a bank card, and plenty of rations&lt;br /&gt;
And five years later, in red and black, and white cap &amp;amp; gown&lt;br /&gt;
I walked the line, under the Arches, in Athens&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you&#39;re young, you don&#39;t seem to know how short time can be&lt;br /&gt;
A few years can seem like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know, didn&#39;t seem to care, what fate had in store for me&lt;br /&gt;
But this small town was the world to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My momma &amp;amp; daddy called me back home&lt;br /&gt;
Told me to drive as fast as I can, told me it was important&lt;br /&gt;
I watched my daddy&#39;s dark hair fall like the star I always thought I could be&lt;br /&gt;
In Tyrone, Georgia, I was praying to be happy&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Cancer ain&#39;t got no timeline, no space of time&lt;br /&gt;
No gauge of how things should be&lt;br /&gt;
In Tyrone, Georgia, real life came for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you&#39;re young, you don&#39;t seem to know how short time can be&lt;br /&gt;
A few years can seem like an eternity&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t know, didn&#39;t seem to care, what fate had in store for me&lt;br /&gt;
But this small town was the world to me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes sir, yes ma&#39;am, this small town is the world to me&lt;br /&gt;
Bring me back, to the world for me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/5791516116948284695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/5791516116948284695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/5791516116948284695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/5791516116948284695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/09/tyrone-georgia.html' title='Tyrone, Georgia'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3653186966861642285</id><published>2012-09-21T04:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T04:30:46.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince Charming</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m lying in my bed tonight &lt;br /&gt;
First night without you in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;
Looking at old photos, year-old&lt;br /&gt;
Reading notes I used to write&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I was praying for you before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;
And I loved you before I knew your name&lt;br /&gt;
Funny how you meet one person and everything can change&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re my prince charming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was a baby I watched Cinderella &lt;br /&gt;
On repeat, and maybe I was brainwashed&lt;br /&gt;
Spend college going through them all looking for you&lt;br /&gt;
And here you are, God, I wish you were all I knew&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I was prayiing for you before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;
And I loved you before I knew your name&lt;br /&gt;
Funny how you meet one person and everything can change&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re my prince charming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And Taylor Swift, Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet, they ain&#39;t got nothin&#39; on us&lt;br /&gt;
And when we met, in a random moment, we found real love&lt;br /&gt;
I spend every day up to you waiting for fate to find you&lt;br /&gt;
And you found me, yes, my prince charming&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I was praying for you before I knew you&lt;br /&gt;
And I loved you before I knew your name&lt;br /&gt;
Funny how you meet one person and everything can change&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re my prince charming&lt;br /&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3653186966861642285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3653186966861642285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3653186966861642285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3653186966861642285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/09/prince-charming.html' title='Prince Charming'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-8955351575095581476</id><published>2012-09-21T03:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T03:43:23.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pillows</title><content type='html'>I dreamt about you last night&lt;br /&gt;
No idea why, I guess you just popped into my head&lt;br /&gt;
And all once agan, I hated you&lt;br /&gt;
I hid from you, I didn&#39;t even want to see your face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still don&#39;t know why we happened&lt;br /&gt;
Or what happened, or what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;
In my dream, you still looked the same&lt;br /&gt;
Blue-eyed, sitting on your bedroom floor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And in that loft, over your parents&#39; living room&lt;br /&gt;
Is where I first felt your hand&amp;nbsp;on my skin&lt;br /&gt;
Not in the kind of soft way you usually did&lt;br /&gt;
But instead pushing hard into it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I still don&#39;t know what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;
But be too good for you&lt;br /&gt;
And I still don&#39;t kjnow why I deserved it&lt;br /&gt;
But take care of you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when I woke up this morning I tried to wash you out again&lt;br /&gt;
In my boyfriend&#39;s bed, I suffocated you in his pillows&lt;br /&gt;
But all the same, I don&#39;t know if you ever changed&lt;br /&gt;
And the bruises still haven&#39;t healed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I remember your truck, orange and white, in my folks&#39; driveway&lt;br /&gt;
Or your borrowed car, from your grandpa, doing burnouts away from me&lt;br /&gt;
Slamming my parents&#39; door that last night we truly loved&lt;br /&gt;
As you drove, you drove so recklessly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And again, I still don&#39;t know what I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;
What did I do to deserve this, to deserve you?&lt;br /&gt;
You changed your mind, about a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m moving on still&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that one dream brought you back &lt;br /&gt;
That one dream reminded me of how everything reminds me of you&lt;br /&gt;
Suffocated you in my boyfriend&#39;s pillows&lt;br /&gt;
Moving on from you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Still is hard to move on from you.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/8955351575095581476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/8955351575095581476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8955351575095581476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8955351575095581476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/09/pillows.html' title='Pillows'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-5580561732062942584</id><published>2012-09-21T03:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T03:24:16.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Georgia</title><content type='html'>Good morning Saturday Gameday&lt;br /&gt;
Waking up from red &amp;amp; black dreams&lt;br /&gt;
Put on my dress I bought on Broad last week&lt;br /&gt;
Been waiting days for it to be seen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Got a Georgia G on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;
And a cold cooler beer in my hand&lt;br /&gt;
Its raining gold and red leaves&lt;br /&gt;
Singing songs by Brantley Gilbert band&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it&#39;s &quot;Go Dawgs!&quot; and a &quot;Hell yeah,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And a, &quot;Great to be&amp;nbsp;Georgia Bulldog,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And I got a camo hat and some red heels&lt;br /&gt;
And then you&#39;ll&amp;nbsp;be between the hedges and in the stands&lt;br /&gt;
Post-game, it&#39;s Firehouse&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s 9Es bar and dancing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;
Ain&#39;t nothing changed in my college town&lt;br /&gt;
Just another Georgia game&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, just another Georgia game&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We saved up from the tip jar&lt;br /&gt;
The past two weeks for the Auburn game&lt;br /&gt;
Been buying all black like I&#39;m Johnny Cash&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna live up that Stafford fame&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And my roommate bought a new cooler&lt;br /&gt;
And my best friend came up from my hometown&lt;br /&gt;
And my sister&#39;s here to sleep on my couch&lt;br /&gt;
And we won&#39;t ever live this weekend down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it&#39;s &quot;Go Dawgs!&quot; and a &quot;Hell yeah,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And a, &quot;Great to be Georgia Bulldog,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And I got a camo hat and some red heels&lt;br /&gt;
And then you&#39;ll be between the hedges and in the stands&lt;br /&gt;
Post-game, it&#39;s Firehouse&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s 9Es bar and dancing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;
Ain&#39;t nothing changed in my college town&lt;br /&gt;
Just another Georgia game&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, just another Georgia game&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There isn&#39;t anything better than those arches&lt;br /&gt;
Than knowing I could stand beneath them anytime&lt;br /&gt;
There is nowhere better than between those hedges&lt;br /&gt;
Than knowing we could win between them every game&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it&#39;s &quot;Go Dawgs!&quot; and a &quot;Hell yeah,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And a, &quot;Great to be Georgia Bulldog,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And I got a camo hat and some red heels&lt;br /&gt;
And then you&#39;ll be between the hedges and in the stands&lt;br /&gt;
Post-game, it&#39;s Firehouse&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s 9Es bar and dancing on the stage&lt;br /&gt;
Ain&#39;t nothing changed in my college town&lt;br /&gt;
Just another Georgia game&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, just another Georgia game</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/5580561732062942584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/5580561732062942584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/5580561732062942584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/5580561732062942584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/09/georgia.html' title='Georgia'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3612399036768275051</id><published>2012-09-21T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-21T02:56:49.237-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="09-12"/><title type='text'>The Break</title><content type='html'>Staring at a blank sheet of notebook paper&lt;br /&gt;
Salt and peppered, given in by time&lt;br /&gt;
Hope I didn&#39;t forget how to give my all to this&lt;br /&gt;
But I need to break it, I need to find&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My happy ending, sometime&lt;br /&gt;
Back in this hometown&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I expect to find&lt;br /&gt;
These memories are painful to see&lt;br /&gt;
But the break feels so good&amp;nbsp;sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spent 6 years in a country town&lt;br /&gt;
Away from my family, to find a life of my own&lt;br /&gt;
Expected dreams to just run my way&lt;br /&gt;
But in all that time, all I could have found was,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My happy ending, sometime&lt;br /&gt;
Back in this hometown&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what I expect to find&lt;br /&gt;
These memories are painful to face&lt;br /&gt;
But the break feels so good sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when I wake up in the city lights&lt;br /&gt;
His face is nowhere to be found&lt;br /&gt;
Working 60 hours a week&lt;br /&gt;
Can break you down&lt;br /&gt;
But it won&#39;t break this down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Our own happy ending, sometime&lt;br /&gt;
Back in our hometown&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what we expect to find&lt;br /&gt;
These memories are painful to face&lt;br /&gt;
But the break feels so good sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We all need our happy ending sometime&lt;br /&gt;
Back in our hometown&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know what we expect, what we expect to find&lt;br /&gt;
These memories are so painful to face&lt;br /&gt;
But the break feels so good sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes we all need our break&lt;br /&gt;
It feels so good sometimes.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3612399036768275051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3612399036768275051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3612399036768275051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3612399036768275051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/09/the-break.html' title='The Break'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3270304286896509522</id><published>2012-01-25T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T15:30:58.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless Our Hearts</title><content type='html'>Just like the nights that are too busy&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be you&#39;re GPS, take you to the backroads when you need me&lt;br /&gt;
Take you home underneath those Southern stars&lt;br /&gt;
That you forgot about&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when the cold drinks become ice&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m that summer breeze blowing through, the smell of pine trees and moonlight&lt;br /&gt;
Bring you back to back tailgates in red mud&lt;br /&gt;
Field parties gone too loud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Something in you says these city lights have gone too bright&lt;br /&gt;
Something speaks in your voice of broken old taillights&lt;br /&gt;
Just fall into a old creek crying your name&lt;br /&gt;
In a country haze&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I haven&#39;t broken nothing you own yet&lt;br /&gt;
So let your heart just remember all the things you strove to forget&lt;br /&gt;
And I let you hold my hand on that dark winter night&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
The country blesses our hearts tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t you remember your first fall night kiss&lt;br /&gt;
Back in the woods of Southside, in that leave-less mist?&lt;br /&gt;
And a sweet girl with brown camo eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Calling your name tonight?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once before I let some fool hold onto what we called love&lt;br /&gt;
I held him in an amber silence, in a full moon hug&lt;br /&gt;
But as the lights dimmed I saw too clear&lt;br /&gt;
Whiskey is all that I feared&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So in these twisting old roads home, didn&#39;t you love me?&lt;br /&gt;
Didn&#39;t I hold all you&#39;ve ever known?&lt;br /&gt;
And in this goodnight embrace we found what&#39;s right&lt;br /&gt;
In a Georgian night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I haven&#39;t broken nothing you own yet&lt;br /&gt;
So let your heart just remember all the things you strove to forget&lt;br /&gt;
And I let you hold my hand on that dark winter night&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
The country blesses our hearts tonight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I haven&#39;t broken nothing you own yet&lt;br /&gt;
So let your heart just remember all the things you strove to forget&lt;br /&gt;
And I let you hold my hand on that dark winter night&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
The country blesses our hearts tonight</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3270304286896509522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3270304286896509522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3270304286896509522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3270304286896509522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2012/01/bless-our-hearts.html' title='Bless Our Hearts'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-8385984927718773292</id><published>2011-12-18T05:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:43:18.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel This Way</title><content type='html'>There&#39;s something in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s taking me away&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m trying so hard to fight the urge&lt;br /&gt;
To say what I want to say&lt;br /&gt;
Like how I have a crush&lt;br /&gt;
On the one who doesn&#39;t see&lt;br /&gt;
How I&#39;d like to settle down&lt;br /&gt;
With a nice boy with whom I can&#39;t breathe&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it isn&#39;t fair the way you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;
Because everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like the high school girl I once was&lt;br /&gt;
Writing sappy poetry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m drawing hearts on paper notebooks&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m lighting up when they say your name&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m singing bad love songs in my car when I&#39;m all alone&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m daydreaming about your face&lt;br /&gt;
Your voice, your eyes, wondering how you&#39;d taste&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m trying hard not to look for you when you&#39;re standing in the same room&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know what you say&lt;br /&gt;
You think about me&lt;br /&gt;
About how I talk too much&lt;br /&gt;
Or about how I&#39;m at all the parties&lt;br /&gt;
But I can tell&lt;br /&gt;
Veiled in all your remarks&lt;br /&gt;
There&#39;s that shining in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Of a tiny little spark&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it isn&#39;t fair the way you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;
Because everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like the high school girl I once was&lt;br /&gt;
Writing sappy poetry&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m drawing hearts on paper notebooks&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m lighting up when they say your name&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m singing bad love songs in my car when I&#39;m all alone&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m daydreaming about your face&lt;br /&gt;
Your voice, your eyes, wondering how you&#39;d taste&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m trying hard not to look for you when you&#39;re standing in the same room&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I hate your jokes&lt;br /&gt;
And the messes that you make&lt;br /&gt;
I hate it when you&#39;re right&lt;br /&gt;
And the girls you take on dates&lt;br /&gt;
But for all that I can&#39;t stand&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t stand how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;
Would you just stop making me&lt;br /&gt;
Feel this silly way over you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And it isn&#39;t fair the way you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;
Because everyone can see&lt;br /&gt;
I feel like the high school girl I once was&lt;br /&gt;
Writing sappy poetry&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m drawing hearts on paper notebooks&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m lighting up when they say your name&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m singing bad love songs in my car when I&#39;m all alone&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m daydreaming about your face&lt;br /&gt;
Your voice, your eyes, wondering how you&#39;d taste&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m trying hard not to look for you when you&#39;re standing in the same room&lt;br /&gt;
Because no one can know I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;
No, no one can know I feel this way</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/8385984927718773292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/8385984927718773292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8385984927718773292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8385984927718773292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/12/feel-this-way.html' title='Feel This Way'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-568538280298535356</id><published>2011-12-18T05:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T05:25:42.051-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-12-18"/><title type='text'>Right Thing</title><content type='html'>Don&#39;t know how to break the news
&lt;br /&gt;
There wasn&#39;t much of a conclusion to&amp;nbsp;wanting you&lt;br /&gt;

And I heard that you&#39;re moving on too
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess my hazel eyes weren&#39;t enough for you

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you weren&#39;t to be much more than a rebound
&lt;br /&gt;
Let you steal my heart, back in our hometown
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember a cold night by the lake
&lt;br /&gt;
Where we spoke of a distant dream lying on the planks

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate to seem like I came on too strong but in truth&lt;br /&gt;
You came onto me, like I smiled&amp;nbsp;back at&amp;nbsp;you
&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re running after something you ain&#39;t sure what to call
&lt;br /&gt;
Turned different shades like the leaves that fall

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just forget it, it&#39;s not me, it&#39;s always you
&lt;br /&gt;
I can only tell you only what&amp;nbsp;was the truth
&lt;br /&gt;
You asked if you were wasting your time
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t wasting yours; were you wasting mine?&lt;br /&gt;
My Daddy always says the right thing is the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;


We&amp;nbsp;were once&amp;nbsp;just some&amp;nbsp;kids smiling through
&lt;br /&gt;
I held bottles in my hands like I held onto you
&lt;br /&gt;
The taste of bittersweet on my lips&lt;br /&gt;


Just like the night of our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Saw your best friend, in the bar we met
&lt;br /&gt;
Said you didn&#39;t know how to hold onto what you get
&lt;br /&gt;
But you had your chance with the girl you chased
&lt;br /&gt;
Like the wind that pushed back the hair from my face

&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate to seem like I came on too strong but in truth&lt;br /&gt;
You came onto me, like I smiled back at you&lt;br /&gt;
And you&#39;re running after something you ain&#39;t sure what to call&lt;br /&gt;
Turned different shades like the leaves that fall&lt;br /&gt;
 &lt;br /&gt;
Just forget it, it&#39;s not me, it&#39;s always you&lt;br /&gt;
I can only tell you only what was the truth&lt;br /&gt;
You asked if you were wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t wasting yours; were you wasting mine?&lt;br /&gt;
My Daddy always says the right thing is the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just forget it, it&#39;s not me, it&#39;s always you&lt;br /&gt;
I can only tell you what was once the truth&lt;br /&gt;
You asked if you were wasting your time&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn&#39;t wasting yours, were you wasting mine?&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just was too hard to do&lt;br /&gt;
I guess the right thing was just too hard to hold onto</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/568538280298535356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/568538280298535356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/568538280298535356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/568538280298535356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/12/wasting-time.html' title='Right Thing'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-7582883066980556362</id><published>2011-11-09T03:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:33:48.489-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-11-7"/><title type='text'>Love I Just Can&#39;t Find</title><content type='html'>I guess I&#39;m not one to write love songs&lt;br /&gt;
But our story just can&#39;t go down&lt;br /&gt;
As some little thing I tell my friends about&lt;br /&gt;
Or the late night calls when you&#39;re out of town&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it&#39;s hard to fight the need&lt;br /&gt;
To hear your voice at three a.m.&lt;br /&gt;
When the tears are pouring like the beers I drank&lt;br /&gt;
To get me through the days I just can&#39;t&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you&#39;ll apologize for it&lt;br /&gt;
Say it&#39;s not me, but it&#39;s all you and work&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I need to realize time is calling&lt;br /&gt;
For us to somehow heal all this hurt&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when you&#39;re lonely I&#39;ll drive the hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
To your house on down south on the state line&lt;br /&gt;
And when I&#39;m lonely I&#39;ll call a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you you&#39;re the love I just can&#39;t find&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You kiss some girl in a bar tonight &lt;br /&gt;
Who&#39;s had one too few &amp; reminds you&lt;br /&gt;
Of the girl you met in front of an old bar&lt;br /&gt;
In a classic city singing of Georgia true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll find someone to hold me through the inbetween&lt;br /&gt;
Of your last weekend here back home&lt;br /&gt;
When you told me you loved me in a parkling lot&lt;br /&gt;
Laced in grass and cobblestone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when you&#39;re lonely I&#39;ll drive the hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
To your house on down south on the state line&lt;br /&gt;
And when I&#39;m lonely I&#39;ll call a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you you&#39;re the love I just can&#39;t find&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I still write you letters sometimes like I did&lt;br /&gt;
The year that broke the two of us apart&lt;br /&gt;
You sat in sand while I&#39;ll played this dumb college girl&lt;br /&gt;
I sent you boxes and sent us back to the start&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your pictures are in a box hidden in my closet&lt;br /&gt;
I pull them our sometimes to remember who we were&lt;br /&gt;
We make promises that someday we&#39;ll come back to that&lt;br /&gt;
Just know that my home is where ever you are&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And when you&#39;re lonely I&#39;ll drive the hundred miles&lt;br /&gt;
To your house on down south on the state line&lt;br /&gt;
And when I&#39;m lonely I&#39;ll call a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you you&#39;re the love I just can&#39;t find&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll always be that love I just can&#39;t find</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/7582883066980556362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/7582883066980556362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/7582883066980556362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/7582883066980556362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-guess-im-not-one-to-write-love-songs.html' title='Love I Just Can&#39;t Find'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3369781042439055681</id><published>2011-09-30T17:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T17:00:26.921-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-09-30"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s Not Me</title><content type='html'>Standing in your street like a bunch of teenagers&lt;br /&gt;
Counting stars in an early Autumn sky&lt;br /&gt;
Guess when your mom says it&#39;s time to grow up&lt;br /&gt;
We shouldn&#39;t ask why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That old girlfriend is still haunting in your head&lt;br /&gt;
It ain&#39;t fair because we both know I&#39;m sweet&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing my old blue jeans holding onto our hand&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m all you could ever need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe they should ask the girls next door how it feels&lt;br /&gt;
To be second place because your face smiles just too much&lt;br /&gt;
And youu don&#39;t have a mean streak&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say it&#39;s best to play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it&#39;s bad I&#39;m only good with Football games&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the kind of thing the boys all say they&#39;re looking for&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow it&#39;s not me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You say you miss the Tennessee nights&lt;br /&gt;
The old friends, the way it used to be&lt;br /&gt;
I fake a smile, all the while, I&#39;m loving this place&lt;br /&gt;
A small pond and pine trees&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This September chill makes me wish you&#39;d keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;
But you&#39;re busy wondering what she&#39;s doing now&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m trying to be coy so you can pay attention to me&lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t know how&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe they should ask the girls next door how it feels&lt;br /&gt;
To be second place because your face smiles just too much&lt;br /&gt;
And youu don&#39;t have a mean streak&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say it&#39;s best to play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it&#39;s bad I&#39;m only good with Football games&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the kind of thing the boys all say they&#39;re looking for&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow it&#39;s not me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And we both know who you call late at night&lt;br /&gt;
When she breaks your heart on the phone&lt;br /&gt;
And we both know who you&#39;ll ask to stay&lt;br /&gt;
So you don&#39;t have to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;
And we both know you need me here, you need me in your life&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t you damn know why?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say nice guys finish last&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe they should ask the girls next door how it feels&lt;br /&gt;
To be second place because your face smiles just too much&lt;br /&gt;
And youu don&#39;t have a mean streak&lt;br /&gt;
I know they say it&#39;s best to play hard to get&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it&#39;s bad I&#39;m only good with Football games&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s the kind of thing the boys all say they&#39;re looking for&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow it&#39;s not me&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t it be me?&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, why can&#39;t it just be me?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3369781042439055681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3369781042439055681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3369781042439055681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3369781042439055681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-not-me.html' title='It&#39;s Not Me'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-466852678963509823</id><published>2011-09-30T16:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T16:44:47.642-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-09-30"/><title type='text'>Never Again</title><content type='html'>You said never again&lt;br /&gt;
Would I ever sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;
Would I ever cry or be sad&lt;br /&gt;
Would I ever hold another man&#39;s hand&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said never again&lt;br /&gt;
Would I love another man&lt;br /&gt;
Would I daydream about another boy&lt;br /&gt;
Would I ever lie to you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And never again can only mean so many things&lt;br /&gt;
I guess never again can&#39;t always come true&lt;br /&gt;
I know never again was just some words to you&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again will I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You said never again&lt;br /&gt;
Would you lose your temper, loud&lt;br /&gt;
Would you raise your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;
Would you drink til you can&#39;t see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I said never again&lt;br /&gt;
Would I forgive you just one last time&lt;br /&gt;
Would I let you be mine&lt;br /&gt;
Would I be the outlet that you find&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And never again can only mean so many things&lt;br /&gt;
I guess never again can&#39;t always come true&lt;br /&gt;
I know never again was just some words to you&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again, would I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I will never again be the bearer of your burder&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again will I feel your hands&lt;br /&gt;
Never again will you ever again find a woman like me&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And never again can only mean so many things&lt;br /&gt;
And never again is all I think when I think you&lt;br /&gt;
I know never again was just some words to you&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again would I love you&lt;br /&gt;
No, never again would I love you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You said never again would I sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;
I said never again would I forgive you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/466852678963509823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/466852678963509823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/466852678963509823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/466852678963509823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-again.html' title='Never Again'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3587771813124023403</id><published>2011-09-21T23:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T23:28:38.125-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-09-21"/><title type='text'>Southern Night</title><content type='html'>I slid open my bedroom window&lt;br /&gt;
To climb on my roof &amp; write a song&lt;br /&gt;
About the boy who hit me like an ocean&lt;br /&gt;
Made nothing like this feel wrong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could have just sat at home &amp; played the game&lt;br /&gt;
When I&#39;m the one thing you&#39;ll never touch&lt;br /&gt;
But when you promised it&#39;d all be okay&lt;br /&gt;
I kind of felt that pushing rush&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t let the boys come near&lt;br /&gt;
Enough to see the freckles in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
But you did something to that girl&lt;br /&gt;
In one slow Southern night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If I broke down all my mountains&lt;br /&gt;
Just to let you hold onto me&lt;br /&gt;
Would you send me down crashing&lt;br /&gt;
Without ever catching me?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And if the notion suddently struck me&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you all my hidden truths&lt;br /&gt;
Would you run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;
Or would you let me be sweet for you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t let the boys come near&lt;br /&gt;
Enough to see the freckles in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
But you did something to that girl&lt;br /&gt;
In one slow Southern night&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m writing sweet songs&lt;br /&gt;
To stars hanging above my porch&lt;br /&gt;
They haven&#39;t heard those kind of words&lt;br /&gt;
You could take me downtown&lt;br /&gt;
Beneath those falling leaves&lt;br /&gt;
And I might fall for you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t let the boys come near&lt;br /&gt;
Enough to see the freckles in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
But you did something to that girl&lt;br /&gt;
In one slow Southern night&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, you could have this girl&lt;br /&gt;
On one slow Southern night</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3587771813124023403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3587771813124023403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3587771813124023403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3587771813124023403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/09/southern-night.html' title='Southern Night'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Fayetteville, GA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.4487257 -84.4549262</georss:point><georss:box>33.395730699999994 -84.5338902 33.5017207 -84.3759622</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-362931058436932999</id><published>2011-08-31T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:20:23.045-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-08-31"/><title type='text'>Just Fall For Me</title><content type='html'>Met your big brother&lt;br /&gt;
When I was just seventeen&lt;br /&gt;
He gave me my first beer&lt;br /&gt;
My first light of green&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Met your baby sister&lt;br /&gt;
When I was a junior in school&lt;br /&gt;
We&#39;d lay by the poolside&lt;br /&gt;
Drinking keg beer like we were cool&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And your momma used to go shopping with me&lt;br /&gt;
Your daddy and I used to drink coffee&lt;br /&gt;
In the morning air, in your screened-in porch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you&#39;re pushing away&lt;br /&gt;
From everything we once were&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been too long&lt;br /&gt;
For this to still hurt&lt;br /&gt;
And I made mistakes and it&#39;s my fault&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ve grown up since it all&lt;br /&gt;
So just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You did it once, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;
Just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I spent the first football game&lt;br /&gt;
At a tailgate next to you&lt;br /&gt;
Drinking cheap whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
Arguing beer pong rules&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You still say how pretty&lt;br /&gt;
I was in that little black dress&lt;br /&gt;
A Georgia princess&lt;br /&gt;
Fell for an Army boy with no secrets&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And you danced with me on my twenty-first&lt;br /&gt;
Washed away all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;
From any other boy before you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you&#39;re pushing away&lt;br /&gt;
From everything we once were&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been too long&lt;br /&gt;
For this to still hurt&lt;br /&gt;
And I made mistakes and it&#39;s my fault&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ve grown up since it all&lt;br /&gt;
So just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You did it once, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;
Just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe we knew something was right all along&lt;br /&gt;
Back when we were young &amp; singing silly love songs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But you&#39;re pushing away&lt;br /&gt;
From everything we once were&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been too long&lt;br /&gt;
For this to still hurt&lt;br /&gt;
And I made mistakes and it&#39;s my fault&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;ve grown up since it all&lt;br /&gt;
So just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You did it once, just let it go&lt;br /&gt;
Just fall for me&lt;br /&gt;
You once said we were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
Just fall for me</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/362931058436932999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/362931058436932999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/362931058436932999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/362931058436932999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-fall-for-me.html' title='Just Fall For Me'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-991182848169521191</id><published>2011-08-31T03:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T03:08:55.321-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-08-31"/><title type='text'>How Far</title><content type='html'>There&#39;s something in this late August air&lt;br /&gt;
I can feel Fall just on the other side&lt;br /&gt;
The dusty air is comin&#39; down behind my old Ford&lt;br /&gt;
On the way home from your Daddy&#39;s house&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My best friend says she knows you real well&lt;br /&gt;
But I still get nervous in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know if I should stare too long&lt;br /&gt;
You just may get caught up in mine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And he works on cars all day long&lt;br /&gt;
Cuts grass for extra cash at night&lt;br /&gt;
He doesn&#39;t know how far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m scared of tonight&lt;br /&gt;
And he holds my hand in the car&lt;br /&gt;
And plays country on the radio&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if he can see in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
How far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss goodnight on my driver&#39;s side&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn&#39;t seem like much in my age&lt;br /&gt;
But in late night prayers I can hope&lt;br /&gt;
This innocent trials can just stay&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And pine trees line your gravel road&lt;br /&gt;
Like all the lines you start to say&lt;br /&gt;
You say &quot;deny&quot; but I know&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re just scared to fall in a craze&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And he works on cars all day long&lt;br /&gt;
Cuts grass for extra cash at night&lt;br /&gt;
He doesn&#39;t know how far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m scared of tonight&lt;br /&gt;
And he holds my hand in the car&lt;br /&gt;
And plays country on the radio&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if he can see in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
How far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m listening to Taylor Swift songs&lt;br /&gt;
Wondering if one could just be ours&lt;br /&gt;
I need a Southern fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;
A kiss as the rain pours&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And he works on cars all day long&lt;br /&gt;
Cuts grass for extra cash at night&lt;br /&gt;
He doesn&#39;t know how far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
Because I&#39;m scared of tonight&lt;br /&gt;
And he holds my hand in the car&lt;br /&gt;
And plays country on the radio&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder if he can see in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
How far I can&#39;t seem to go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just wonder if you&#39;ll push me&lt;br /&gt;
As far as I need to go</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/991182848169521191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/991182848169521191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/991182848169521191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/991182848169521191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-far.html' title='How Far'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-3944225425900752690</id><published>2011-07-24T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:28:18.711-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-07-24"/><title type='text'>Rosaries</title><content type='html'>So I ran a little too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
I spent too little time praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
Was supposed to grow up, dress all in white&lt;br /&gt;
Walk down the aisle, have the night of my life&lt;br /&gt;
I got too grown just a little too fast&lt;br /&gt;
Learned how to drink in bars, taught the boys how to dance&lt;br /&gt;
And now my education is just a piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;
Lying under my bed, and I&#39;m trying to put it together&lt;br /&gt;
I guess no one ever taught in class&lt;br /&gt;
What to do after, how to stop the crash&lt;br /&gt;
And now, I&#39;m all alone, living back home&lt;br /&gt;
All my best friends, well, they&#39;re married &amp; gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So maybe I ran too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
Guess I spent too little time praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
But I never lost the girl I am within &lt;br /&gt;
Playing with Barbies, hoping for a Ken&lt;br /&gt;
Watching Cinderella, just a little too much&lt;br /&gt;
But I guess I can&#39;t believe in love&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, I guess I lost my heart to a whiskey label&lt;br /&gt;
Thrown through windshields, thrown off the table&lt;br /&gt;
And now I&#39;m twenty-three, trying to find my way&lt;br /&gt;
Guess they never tell you what they want to say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So maybe I ran too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
Spent too little time praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
But my mommy promised that I&#39;d be okay&lt;br /&gt;
So I keep waking up, pushing every day&lt;br /&gt;
And I told my dad, someday I&#39;ll be better&lt;br /&gt;
So I run around, trying to put it together&lt;br /&gt;
And I never found a man to treat me&lt;br /&gt;
Like I was the winning ticket in life&#39;s lottery&lt;br /&gt;
So I just came home to my hometown&lt;br /&gt;
To find some boys running all around&lt;br /&gt;
And when one promised me some kind of tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;
No one knew of all the money he borrowed&lt;br /&gt;
And the time he took his anger out on me&lt;br /&gt;
Guess it was just time for me to run free&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So maybe I ran just a little to far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I spent too little time praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
But God is somewhere, something forgiving&lt;br /&gt;
And Church ain&#39;t nothing but burning beginnings&lt;br /&gt;
So I ran a little too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
So I stopped praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
So I ran to boys, books, and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;
So I stopped praying for all new starts&lt;br /&gt;
So I couldn&#39;t save the money to get out&lt;br /&gt;
So I don&#39;t own the car, the boat, or the house&lt;br /&gt;
So my loans are long, and my degree is a fake&lt;br /&gt;
So I spent years chasing an endless fate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I ran a little too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
So I spent too little time praying to rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
Just play the song, I&#39;ll light the candles&lt;br /&gt;
Put a vinyl on, stare at the turntable for hours&lt;br /&gt;
Take a sip, a shower, and new night&lt;br /&gt;
Promise myself it&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So maybe I ran too far when I was free&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I spent too little time with rosaries&lt;br /&gt;
But I&#39;m a good woman, just a little broke&lt;br /&gt;
When it comes to money, a good heart, a good note&lt;br /&gt;
I came back home, found my family&lt;br /&gt;
Found an old Bible, my rosary&lt;br /&gt;
Just sat down with a pen &amp; a page&lt;br /&gt;
I just refuse to act my age.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/3944225425900752690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/3944225425900752690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3944225425900752690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/3944225425900752690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/07/rosaries.html' title='Rosaries'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-7608722180868751616</id><published>2011-07-14T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T09:46:14.351-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-07-14"/><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>In this summer air you&#39;re moving&lt;br /&gt;
Taking me just one step higher&lt;br /&gt;
Sitting on your backsteps I&#39;m moving&lt;br /&gt;
Just watching that full moon go higher&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And with a kiss goodnight, I&#39;m leaving&lt;br /&gt;
But we both know who will call first&lt;br /&gt;
Taking backroads through the steamed pines&lt;br /&gt;
En route to my old smalltown&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I can&#39;t hold back anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m hating the fact that you already know me&lt;br /&gt;
Better than most of these locals&lt;br /&gt;
Wandering around with gossip about these streets&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I know my dumb mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Will tell you everything to know about me&lt;br /&gt;
But until that day come crashing&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just going to keep moving&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Park my car, turn the headlights out&lt;br /&gt;
Walking through the dew-soaked grass&lt;br /&gt;
Up the steps of my folks&#39; front porch&lt;br /&gt;
Hoping they won&#39;t wake &amp; hear me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s too late to do much but lie here&lt;br /&gt;
But my brain it just keeps moving&lt;br /&gt;
Into dark dreams of what could soon be&lt;br /&gt;
And my past is just a memory&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I can&#39;t hold back anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m hating the fact that you already know me&lt;br /&gt;
Better than most of these locals&lt;br /&gt;
Wandering around with gossip about these streets&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I know my dumb mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Will tell you everything to know about me&lt;br /&gt;
But until that day come crashing&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just going to keep moving&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In my sheets I wonder if you&#39;d ever say&lt;br /&gt;
The same things running me into a panic&lt;br /&gt;
Hoping I&#39;m not the only one awake&lt;br /&gt;
Hoping that you&#39;re in your head moving&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I can&#39;t hold back anymore&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m hating the fact that you already know me&lt;br /&gt;
Better than most of these locals&lt;br /&gt;
Wandering around with gossip about these streets&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m dreading the day I know my dumb mouth&lt;br /&gt;
Will tell you everything to know about me&lt;br /&gt;
But until that day come crashing&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m just going to keep moving</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/7608722180868751616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/7608722180868751616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/7608722180868751616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/7608722180868751616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/07/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-8187424713319839453</id><published>2011-07-11T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T10:19:13.835-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-07-11"/><title type='text'>Coast</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think I should keep my mouth shut&lt;br /&gt;
Thoughts keep spewing out like lava onto ash&lt;br /&gt;
Just hoping something might light you up&lt;br /&gt;
Just hoping you can make me feel a little less bad&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s dark tonight, but I can still see stars&lt;br /&gt;
And the air is thick, hello Southern summer&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes are something I can feel pressing on my skin&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m not going to beg you to take me in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are we moving against?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I feel like I&#39;m pushing so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;
Just to find something that feels a little more real?&lt;br /&gt;
If you ask, I might let you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And broken windows, they don&#39;t ever heal&lt;br /&gt;
The cracks just spread with time til they fall&lt;br /&gt;
If I had known you in a past moment&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe I&#39;d have something for you to feel&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me a story, make me relax&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to be that girl anymore&lt;br /&gt;
But with this bottle I feel less lonely&lt;br /&gt;
With that bottle you&#39;re opening a door&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are we moving against?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I feel like I&#39;m pushing so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;
Just to find something that feels a little more real?&lt;br /&gt;
If you ask, I might let you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So ask me, just push me, because I want to&lt;br /&gt;
I want to be someone a little less numb&lt;br /&gt;
Want to lie in a sandy darkness on the coast&lt;br /&gt;
Want to run away, do you want to be lost?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What are we moving against?&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I feel like I&#39;m pushing so damn hard&lt;br /&gt;
Just to find something that feels a little more real?&lt;br /&gt;
If you ask, I might let you have my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me you just want my heart</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/8187424713319839453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/8187424713319839453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8187424713319839453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8187424713319839453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/07/coast.html' title='Coast'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-8876639783696524543</id><published>2011-06-21T16:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T16:08:09.464-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-06-21"/><title type='text'>Someone</title><content type='html'>I wish I could just feel okay&lt;br /&gt;
Without a few drinks simmering inside&lt;br /&gt;
Take the frames off your walls&lt;br /&gt;
That wood won&#39;t ever look the same&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how you faked this for so long&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t even fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;
You ran away to some girl with blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;
I wonder now if she knows your lies&lt;br /&gt;
I never once ran away from home&lt;br /&gt;
Only back here when things got hard&lt;br /&gt;
I sometimes miss that camo-covered man&lt;br /&gt;
The hometown hero who still loves me anyways&lt;br /&gt;
How can he see right through me&lt;br /&gt;
Yet embrace me and all my holes&lt;br /&gt;
That I&#39;ve fallen into, every damn day&lt;br /&gt;
My mom keeps promising it&#39;ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;
I hope you feel guilty for everything you did&lt;br /&gt;
I think you might have broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Not in the metaphorical sort of manner&lt;br /&gt;
But the kind you just can&#39;t fix&lt;br /&gt;
A boy asked me out today&lt;br /&gt;
Since when did text messages become the way&lt;br /&gt;
What happened to the gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;
The flowers, and picking me up in your truck&lt;br /&gt;
Someone just open a damn door&lt;br /&gt;
Someone just hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;
Someone take care of me, just once,&lt;br /&gt;
Promise me it&#39;ll be okay&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sick of lighting candles, spending my nights&lt;br /&gt;
With a bottle of wine and Ryan Adams&#39; songs&lt;br /&gt;
To ease this pain, erase your memories&lt;br /&gt;
But I wake up and it&#39;s still just the same&lt;br /&gt;
Someone take me out of here&lt;br /&gt;
Someone write for me&lt;br /&gt;
Someone told me that my songs were too sad&lt;br /&gt;
Then someone needs to give me a reason to breathe&lt;br /&gt;
My sister tells me what her world has become&lt;br /&gt;
And I swear it&#39;ll never be that way again&lt;br /&gt;
I will never promise a man I&#39;ll always stay&lt;br /&gt;
They just take advantage that way&lt;br /&gt;
No one is ever going to read down this far&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe this isn&#39;t as well-written as I&#39;d like&lt;br /&gt;
But this old cd is on repeat in the background&lt;br /&gt;
No amount of ink will drown this out&lt;br /&gt;
Someone say you need me&lt;br /&gt;
Someone sit on my porch&lt;br /&gt;
Someone once promised me forever&lt;br /&gt;
And now someone is all gone&lt;br /&gt;
I once drove too fast down Graves Road&lt;br /&gt;
Late at night, after a few drinks&lt;br /&gt;
In my old Ford, to see your face&lt;br /&gt;
And make sure that you were okay&lt;br /&gt;
I once told my mom I was at my best friends&lt;br /&gt;
Just to sleep in your arms&lt;br /&gt;
On your mattress, lying on the ground&lt;br /&gt;
Of the bedroom loft at your parents house&lt;br /&gt;
I wrote you songs.  I pet your cat.&lt;br /&gt;
I spent days with your sister&lt;br /&gt;
Giving her advice on the boys in school&lt;br /&gt;
I bought your sister-in-law a Christmas present&lt;br /&gt;
I held your hand when you cried&lt;br /&gt;
Someone ask him why he lied&lt;br /&gt;
Someone tell him you killed her inside&lt;br /&gt;
I refuse to let you know I&#39;m weak&lt;br /&gt;
But sometimes I still just cry&lt;br /&gt;
You won, you won, you broke the girl&lt;br /&gt;
Who broke down all her walls to love you&lt;br /&gt;
Someone hit him in the face&lt;br /&gt;
Someone put your hands around his throat&lt;br /&gt;
Someone tell him he ain&#39;t that big&lt;br /&gt;
Nor is he as cute as I swore he was&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know how to end this&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow I let you walk away with my all&lt;br /&gt;
Even after I brought you all your things&lt;br /&gt;
You still kept my clothes&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s just like you to take my things away&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s just like me to give you too much time&lt;br /&gt;
So let&#39;s somehow make this the end&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m all alone now and I feel just fine&lt;br /&gt;
Someone tell him this is ending&lt;br /&gt;
Someone end this with me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/8876639783696524543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/8876639783696524543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8876639783696524543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8876639783696524543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/06/someone.html' title='Someone'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-4660804278585459128</id><published>2011-06-19T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T16:57:18.729-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-06-19"/><title type='text'>Come Down</title><content type='html'>Sitting on my same old bed&lt;br /&gt;
Listening to the mixtape you sent&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been a year&lt;br /&gt;
Why are you still haunting here?&lt;br /&gt;
Remember when I promised&lt;br /&gt;
There would be no more words&lt;br /&gt;
But in these songs, you&#39;re all I heard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m still alone in this smalltown&lt;br /&gt;
His love, it wasn&#39;t what I thought I found&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s been a year&lt;br /&gt;
Since I dropped my last tear&lt;br /&gt;
Out in your parking lot&lt;br /&gt;
Down the street from where we worked&lt;br /&gt;
I can tell you now, it still hurts&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t know why I can&#39;t just seem to let go&lt;br /&gt;
My daddy swears it&#39;s a flaw&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my faults up, yes, she&#39;s still in your life&lt;br /&gt;
And nothing really has changed&lt;br /&gt;
I threw rocks at your bedroom window once&lt;br /&gt;
And everything must come down&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just need to come down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate the memories of his truck&lt;br /&gt;
The thoughts of dirt roads &amp; lover&#39;s luck&lt;br /&gt;
I hate memories of our roadtrips&lt;br /&gt;
And the taste of our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;
He hated your ghost&lt;br /&gt;
And I hate his now&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t this all just slow down?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t know why I can&#39;t just seem to let go&lt;br /&gt;
My daddy swears it&#39;s a flaw&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my faults up, yes, she&#39;s still in your life&lt;br /&gt;
And nothing really has changed&lt;br /&gt;
I threw rocks at your bedroom window once&lt;br /&gt;
And everything must come down&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just need to come down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So I un-pin your pictures from the corkboard&lt;br /&gt;
Hanging in my bedroom at my parents&#39; house&lt;br /&gt;
I had to come back here to run away from being free&lt;br /&gt;
And I thought in his love I had found everything&lt;br /&gt;
But I found nothing&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t know why I can&#39;t just seem to let go&lt;br /&gt;
My daddy swears it&#39;s a flaw&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my faults up, yes, she&#39;s still in your life&lt;br /&gt;
And nothing really has changed&lt;br /&gt;
I threw rocks at your bedroom window once&lt;br /&gt;
And everything must come down&lt;br /&gt;
I guess I just need to come down</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/4660804278585459128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/4660804278585459128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/4660804278585459128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/4660804278585459128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/06/come-down.html' title='Come Down'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-4874169211071627318</id><published>2011-06-18T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T01:14:36.829-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="2011-06-18"/><title type='text'>All I Really Need</title><content type='html'>I just wanted all your attention&lt;br /&gt;
Just for a second, pretend your mine&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;
Just wanted someone to fill the time&lt;br /&gt;
I know you&#39;re never going to be the one&lt;br /&gt;
Just wanted one person to hold onto&lt;br /&gt;
If you could just fill in this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;
If you could just pretend it&#39;s me and you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know you have your own battles&lt;br /&gt;
I know you sit in the dark at night&lt;br /&gt;
I know how you feel the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;
I know you just want to do what&#39;s right&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t you ever just want to feel that heat?&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted you for my soul&#39;s sake&lt;br /&gt;
I didn&#39;t want you to be my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to feel you til I break&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So just lie here&lt;br /&gt;
And just call me&lt;br /&gt;
Just say I&#39;m all you ever need&lt;br /&gt;
Just lie to me babe&lt;br /&gt;
Just one more time&lt;br /&gt;
This is all I really need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted all your attention&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted your late night phone calls&lt;br /&gt;
The texts begging me to be by your side&lt;br /&gt;
The words pretending all your falls&lt;br /&gt;
I know I&#39;m nothing like your type&lt;br /&gt;
I probably smile just too much&lt;br /&gt;
So don&#39;t believe that I&#39;m falling now&lt;br /&gt;
So don&#39;t think I&#39;m in too much a rush&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I feel the black on your skin&lt;br /&gt;
From the bruises every dumb girl gave&lt;br /&gt;
You just wanted what I wanted more&lt;br /&gt;
Let&#39;s just lie here in your silly cave&lt;br /&gt;
Making shadows on your walls&lt;br /&gt;
Faking every single brown eye stare&lt;br /&gt;
Let&#39;s just hold onto each other tonight&lt;br /&gt;
Why can&#39;t we just pretend to care?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So just lie here&lt;br /&gt;
And just call me&lt;br /&gt;
Just say I&#39;m all you ever need&lt;br /&gt;
Just lie to me babe&lt;br /&gt;
Just one more time&lt;br /&gt;
This is all I really need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So just lie here&lt;br /&gt;
And just call me&lt;br /&gt;
Baby, you&#39;re all I&#39;ll ever need&lt;br /&gt;
Just lie to me babe&lt;br /&gt;
Just this one time&lt;br /&gt;
This is all I really need&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I smell the smoke coming off your skin&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t ask what all I&#39;ll give in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So just lie here&lt;br /&gt;
And just call me&lt;br /&gt;
Just say I&#39;m all you ever need&lt;br /&gt;
Just lie to me babe&lt;br /&gt;
Just one more time&lt;br /&gt;
This is all I really need</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/4874169211071627318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/4874169211071627318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/4874169211071627318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/4874169211071627318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-i-really-need.html' title='All I Really Need'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-8154896750261626536</id><published>2011-06-03T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:46:34.594-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-06-03"/><title type='text'>Athens</title><content type='html'>Just like an old country song&lt;br /&gt;
Woke up, knew something&#39;s wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I ain&#39;t where I&#39;m supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;
Who&#39;s that breathing next to me?&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know where my old jeans went&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t wanna know the rules I bent&lt;br /&gt;
Try to find my phone, but it&#39;s just dead&lt;br /&gt;
Just wanna go home, get out of this bed&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know where I am right now&lt;br /&gt;
But that it&#39;s a short, short ride back to that college town&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you Athens, for the headache again&lt;br /&gt;
All the regrets running through my head&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know why I keep comin&#39; here&lt;br /&gt;
I know it ain&#39;t all the cheap beer&lt;br /&gt;
My friends and I, acted like fools&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know how I ever made it through school&lt;br /&gt;
I know, in two days I&#39;ll forget these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
And come back to Athens, and the rules it breaks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Found my jeans under the nightstand&lt;br /&gt;
Tried to walk out, but I don&#39;t think I can&lt;br /&gt;
Is this a trailer? I think it&#39;s a doublewide&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t even want to walk outside&lt;br /&gt;
That sun is banging on my brain&lt;br /&gt;
Noticed on my shirt a Natty stain&lt;br /&gt;
Where&#39;s my best friend? Get on up&lt;br /&gt;
Gotta get out of here in their truck&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t know where I am right now&lt;br /&gt;
But that it&#39;s a short, short ride back to that college town&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you Athens, for the headache again&lt;br /&gt;
All the regrets running through my head&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know why I keep comin&#39; here&lt;br /&gt;
I know it ain&#39;t all the cheap beer&lt;br /&gt;
My friends and I, acted like fools&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know how I ever made it through school&lt;br /&gt;
I know, in two days I&#39;ll forget these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
And come back to Athens, and the rules it breaks&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This Georgia town ain&#39;t that bad in June&lt;br /&gt;
Just wait til football season, you&#39;ll wake up and won&#39;t be able to move&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you Athens, for the headache again&lt;br /&gt;
All the regrets running through my head&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know why I keep comin&#39; here&lt;br /&gt;
I know it ain&#39;t all the cheap beer&lt;br /&gt;
My friends and I, acted like fools&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t know how I ever made it through school&lt;br /&gt;
I know, in two days I&#39;ll forget these mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
And come back to Athens, and the rules it breaks</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/8154896750261626536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/8154896750261626536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8154896750261626536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/8154896750261626536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/06/athens.html' title='Athens'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-1751616128269276302</id><published>2011-05-27T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T02:17:08.168-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-05-27"/><title type='text'>Imaginary Friend</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here&lt;br /&gt;
Listening to these sad songs&lt;br /&gt;
Just drinking beer&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to stay clear&lt;br /&gt;
Of your memories&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone says to forget&lt;br /&gt;
But I can&#39;t help it&lt;br /&gt;
You had a part of me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I guess the man I loved was someone you made up&lt;br /&gt;
How do you get over someone who never loved you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight I&#39;m going to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
Remember all the sweet things you do&lt;br /&gt;
But when I wake&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll be still be the boy I Hate&lt;br /&gt;
You faked it all this time&lt;br /&gt;
and held me through those hard times&lt;br /&gt;
But you really never were&lt;br /&gt;
The man you promised you could be&lt;br /&gt;
And I suppose&lt;br /&gt;
I am just missing&lt;br /&gt;
My imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes I miss your hands&lt;br /&gt;
Holding on to mine&lt;br /&gt;
But you weren&#39;t really a man&lt;br /&gt;
It didn&#39;t take me much time&lt;br /&gt;
You put your palms against my throat&lt;br /&gt;
I walked away, feelin&#39; choked&lt;br /&gt;
By these lonely blues&lt;br /&gt;
How did I ever love you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight I&#39;m going to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
Remember all the sweet things you do&lt;br /&gt;
But when I wake&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll be still be the boy I Hate&lt;br /&gt;
You faked it all this time&lt;br /&gt;
and held me through those hard times&lt;br /&gt;
But you really never were&lt;br /&gt;
The man you promised you could be&lt;br /&gt;
And I suppose&lt;br /&gt;
I am just missing&lt;br /&gt;
My imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And now this new girl is walking around pretending to be me&lt;br /&gt;
She has my t-shirts, but you have my memories&lt;br /&gt;
Just know no matter what, she will never be me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I gotta ask&lt;br /&gt;
In this empty dark&lt;br /&gt;
How did you\&lt;br /&gt;
Ever let it go this far?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight I&#39;m going to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
Remember all the sweet things you do&lt;br /&gt;
But when I wake&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;ll be still be the boy I hate&lt;br /&gt;
You faked it all this time&lt;br /&gt;
And held me through those hard times&lt;br /&gt;
But you really never were&lt;br /&gt;
The man you promised you could be&lt;br /&gt;
And I suppose&lt;br /&gt;
I am just missing&lt;br /&gt;
My imaginary friend&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I suppose&lt;br /&gt;
You were never really real to begin with&lt;br /&gt;
No you never&lt;br /&gt;
Were truly a real man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But tonight I refuse to dream of you&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll only remember the things you put me through&lt;br /&gt;
Your hands hurting me&lt;br /&gt;
You still just be a memory&lt;br /&gt;
You faked it all this time&lt;br /&gt;
and held me through those hard times&lt;br /&gt;
But you really never were&lt;br /&gt;
The man you promised you could be&lt;br /&gt;
And I know&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I know&lt;br /&gt;
And I know&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;ll stop missing&lt;br /&gt;
My imaginary man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were just imaginary&lt;br /&gt;
You made it up for me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You were never were real&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I know&lt;br /&gt;
You were just imaginary&lt;br /&gt;
You faked everything&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, you ain&#39;t real&lt;br /&gt;
No, you weren&#39;t never really real&lt;br /&gt;
Yes I know&lt;br /&gt;
You were just&lt;br /&gt;
An imagainary friend</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/1751616128269276302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/1751616128269276302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/1751616128269276302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/1751616128269276302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/05/imaginary-friend.html' title='Imaginary Friend'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-6476342995495610422</id><published>2011-04-26T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:43:32.267-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-04-26"/><title type='text'>Darlin&#39;</title><content type='html'>I know this may not be lady-like and I know what they&#39;re going to say, but when I think but what all you&#39;ve done--it doesn&#39;t matter anyway. Just gotta put these feelings down in ink and make sure our hometown knows the truth: that when I think about us together, all I think is &quot;screw you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You made a promise,&lt;br /&gt;
And put it on my left hand.&lt;br /&gt;
You swore you loved me&lt;br /&gt;
Swore we were perfect&lt;br /&gt;
But all that remains&lt;br /&gt;
Is your promises&#39; tan-line&lt;br /&gt;
Guess you didn&#39;t mean it&lt;br /&gt;
But I refuse to cry&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you&lt;br /&gt;
And your faking charm&lt;br /&gt;
Your gifts are garbage&lt;br /&gt;
Your pictures are gone&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, damn your smile&lt;br /&gt;
And your lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing we had was true&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You swore you&#39;d change&lt;br /&gt;
In your drunken stumble&lt;br /&gt;
I tried real hard&lt;br /&gt;
To believe your slurrin&#39; words&lt;br /&gt;
But &quot;I love you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Isn&#39;t in a bottle&lt;br /&gt;
Guess you didn&#39;t mean it&lt;br /&gt;
Good thing I&#39;m gone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you&lt;br /&gt;
And your faking charm&lt;br /&gt;
Your gifts are garbage&lt;br /&gt;
Your pictures are gone&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, damn your smile&lt;br /&gt;
And your lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing we had was true&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I&#39;m gonna make a wood pile in my daddy&#39;s yard&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna use your clothing for fuel&lt;br /&gt;
Gonna take your pictures and throw them on top&lt;br /&gt;
That&#39;s what you get for makin&#39; me feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you&lt;br /&gt;
And your faking charm&lt;br /&gt;
Your gifts are garbage&lt;br /&gt;
Your pictures are gone&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, damn your smile&lt;br /&gt;
And your lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing we had was true&lt;br /&gt;
So, darlin&#39;, screw you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/6476342995495610422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/6476342995495610422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/6476342995495610422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/6476342995495610422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/04/darlin.html' title='Darlin&#39;'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-2301807428595570446</id><published>2011-04-26T14:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:26:57.302-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-04-20"/><title type='text'>Yellow Flowers</title><content type='html'>I waited a whole day&lt;br /&gt;
To hear them call my name&lt;br /&gt;
Walked past a quiet woman&lt;br /&gt;
Starring with black eyes&lt;br /&gt;
Into a door, into a room&lt;br /&gt;
Where they all smile at you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;How are you dear?&lt;br /&gt;
Give me your hand.&lt;br /&gt;
Where are you from?&lt;br /&gt;
My, you drove a long way,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
My clothes are huddled &lt;br /&gt;
In a bag by my feet&lt;br /&gt;
You said you&#39;d wait for me&lt;br /&gt;
And drive when it&#39;s time to leave&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess your yellow flowers&lt;br /&gt;
Didn&#39;t live to cover up the death&lt;br /&gt;
I guess the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn&#39;t save what we left&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s still what we gave away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the ride home&lt;br /&gt;
I admired the rolling hills&lt;br /&gt;
Smelled those north Georgia pines&lt;br /&gt;
Saw the small airport in woods&lt;br /&gt;
As you held my hand&lt;br /&gt;
And promised, &quot;Never again,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess your yellow flowers&lt;br /&gt;
Didn&#39;t live to cover up the death&lt;br /&gt;
I guess the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn&#39;t save what we left&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s still what we gave away&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know what we did was right&lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t think we&#39;ll be alright&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, I know I did the right thing&lt;br /&gt;
But I don&#39;t think we&#39;ll forget anything&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think you could forgive anything?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess your yellow flowers&lt;br /&gt;
Didn&#39;t live to cover up the death&lt;br /&gt;
I guess the tears I cried&lt;br /&gt;
Couldn&#39;t save what we left&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s still what we gave away</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/2301807428595570446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/2301807428595570446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/2301807428595570446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/2301807428595570446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/04/yellow-flowers.html' title='Yellow Flowers'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5131966397054824537.post-1593703964583594417</id><published>2011-04-26T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T14:20:05.069-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="11-04-26"/><title type='text'>Hangover</title><content type='html'>Should have known better than to love a man named after a whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
Sure tastes good in the evening night&lt;br /&gt;
But all those hangovers in college should have taught me&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d regret that drink in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should have known the numbness can&#39;t be that good&lt;br /&gt;
Should have seen you were hell-bound&lt;br /&gt;
And just like every crystal glass has ever shown&lt;br /&gt;
Nothings clear when seen through amber-brown&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, you aren&#39;t what they&#39;d call &quot;the good stuff,&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
And your brand isn&#39;t as good as red label&lt;br /&gt;
With all the strength in your after-bite&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t do anything but make me unstable&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I should have known my knees would grow weak&lt;br /&gt;
Should have seen through my drunken haze&lt;br /&gt;
But falling on the floor and waking up broken&lt;br /&gt;
Only has to happen once for me to break this phase&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And I won&#39;t be your whiskey girl&lt;br /&gt;
And I won&#39;t be here anymore, if you please&lt;br /&gt;
And I don&#39;t give a damn how blind I was&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m sober now, and I should have seen&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should have known better than to love a man named after a whiskey&lt;br /&gt;
Sure tastes good in the evening night&lt;br /&gt;
But all those hangovers in college should have taught me&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;d regret that drink in the morning light&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, I regret drinking you last night</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/feeds/1593703964583594417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/5131966397054824537/1593703964583594417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/1593703964583594417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5131966397054824537/posts/default/1593703964583594417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misskonstantine.blogspot.com/2011/04/hangover.html' title='Hangover'/><author><name>Kimberly Ann.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06528851570899128005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRy63F0PTl33905MJjpks9kxetx6hgC17JKzny3AeSfD8NY1A02TO6-gHnF8WssaanrPLGB-P8dT4hKaFGOHu_VbaCX3rHJ9yyIUzgLTr2D2mS6lVwl5ojB_hJacY1lQ/s220/166485_10100203939889670_4924193_60268710_3354387_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>