If It Makes You Happy

I've been long, a long way from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos,
And drank til I was thirsty again
We went searching through thrift store jungles
Found Geronimo's rifle, Marilyn's shampoo
And Benny Goodman's corset and pen

Well, o.k. I made this up
I promised you I'd never give up

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If it makes you happy
It can't be that bad
If it makes you happy
Then why the hell are you so sad

You get down, real low down
You listen to Coltrane, derail your own train
Well who hasn't been there before?
I come round, around the hard way
Bring you comics in bed, scrape the mold off the bread
And serve you french toast again

Well, o.k. I still get stoned
I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home

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We've been far, far away from here
Put on a poncho, played for mosquitos
And everywhere in between
Well, o.k. we get along
So what if right now everything's wrong?

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You gotta love Sheryl Crow - it's a lovely Wednesday morning. Was able to write 1,000 words last night, before hitting the sack. Woke up to the alarm and was able to write 500 more. Amazing! Few more pages, (okay a lot more) I just might beat the deadline.

I've had three weeks of being stuck in the beginning. About a chapter worth of first few pages and introductions, and deleting. and starting over again.

Brick wall. Eyebags. Almost panic.

Finally, last night, I got the introduction I want.

It's almost perfect. well, it's acceptable to get the ball rolling.

I'm not letting this momentum go. So far, it's been the most honest and most raw writing i've ever done. And it's out for real writing too.

So John, I'll be able to submit on time :) Soon.