"Love with me is like clay, you can mold me and shape me into what you want, but I still will sit here & do nothin'!" - - - Payne Rains


I have a theory 'bout love,
It can be torn up like a pitcher's glove.
Arguments are those 90 mile per hour baseballs that hurt that mit,
And 'cause it to be put next to the trophies where my nightmares sit,
Then all of a sudden and out of no where,
I threw away that glove and fell in love with a chair!