The Accidental Troubadour

Ligado  Amordazado  Completamente  Consciente  bound gagged fully aware  first time nothing compares  fine line between ecstasy and pain  no more vanilla  it can’t be  the same  new feeling the precipice of pleasure  able willing nothing to measure  your master’s in control she makes you wait  impending torture you anticipate  rush of excitement  a release of pleasure  you felt it before now you can measure  Ligado Amordazado Completamente Consciente  Precipicio  Precipicio Precipicio Placer 

We said good bye at the Hays County Line  she went her way  and I went mine  we both have families and my boy he’s only 9 so we said goodbye  at the Hays County Line  and our lives will never  be the same  and we’ll go on somehow someway  cause we said goodbye at the hays county line  and the pain I just can’t take and I know you feel the same  but when I cross that county line your the only thing that’s on my mind  then time it goes by  and I’ve had a good life  well my boy he’s 29  he has twins they just turned 5 but every time  I cross that line  your the only thing  that’s on my mind 

She treats her husband like the Madonna and she treats her boyfriend like the whore  She’s trying to move on but she can’t close the door  She don’t know how to do it she always wants more No matter what she does she can’t seem to quit It’s just too good  it’s real real good dick  She put one on a pedestal and has the other in a sling  one is building their nest and the other she makes him sing.  She’ll be at church on Sunday with her husband by her side but last Saturday night she was riding real high  She can’t seem to give it up She don’t know why  she can’t let him go no matter how hard she tries She treats her husband like the Madonna and she treats her boyfriend like the whore  She’s trying to move on  but she can’t close the door 

6570  that’s the beginning of this story I’m going to tell 6570 living through war  and surviving hell  6570 you were held captive  and put under a spell  From when you are born until you turn 18 There are six thousand five hundred and seventy days in between  Six thousand five hundred and seventy days  It could have turned out in a billion different ways  Six thousand five hundred and seventy days  a lot can happen before  you go your own way  But there came a day and you turned 18 It was time to become your own king or your own queen You’ve heard it before and I’ll say it again  it’s not where you start but rather where you end  Life is a burden and can be overwhelmingly heavy  Look what you survived  6570 6570 grief trauma and shame  6570 fear agony and pain  6570 there is another way  6570 we’re all going to be okay  From when you are born until you turn 18 There are six thousand five hund...