Lone Digger Lyrics Novels & Stories

Little liar. He has a beautiful voice? I giggle to myself. I remember it felt good to push him off the mountain, to watch his face. The vodka has made me sloppy, but you should know I'm not a light head. Or maybe I am. Mahone slowly plays the chords. "I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest

At a party hosted at our house, my husband sang a soul-stirring rendition of “Missing You Tonight". He poured his heart into it, his eyes misty and his voice raspy with emotion. I secretly recorded a video and posted it online. To my surprise, the video blew up. Hundreds of thousands of likes poured in, with the comment section overflowing with sympathy. Laughing, I handed my phone to my husband. “Jacob, you went viral.” The top-voted comment read: [Girl, I’m not one to stir up drama, but your husband looks like he’s nursing a broken heart.] I thought he’d just laugh it off with a half-hearted smile. Instead, he took the phone and looked me straight in the eye with dead seriousness. “Yo

” The crowd starts clapping in time with the song, and some members even shine flashlights as they wave them back and forth. “When we woke up, did you know we almost broke? One tear, a scream, a choke, the world was silent as we spoke. Nothing could change it, our bodies fought to submit. But something deep inside me told me that you always found the time to make sure that we grew up fine! But if I lose it all for you, was it ever really true? How do I start to tell you the truth of what I do? You’re the one who’s gone and shaped me, the single one who raised me. But does that mean I’ll ever find the truth to set me free?”

When I pushed the door open, the lights were dim, and the music was deafening. I looked around, but didn’t see Mark. So, I called him, and the line connected. “Hello? Mark? Where are you–” There was a rustling sound of fabric shifting on the other end, followed by Tonya’s voice. “Mr. Henderson… go slower…” Then came Mark’s drunken voice, low and hoarse. “Okay.” I stood frozen at the entrance of the bar, phone in hand, listening. My stomach churned. I leaned against the wall and gagged, but nothing came out.

My fingers worry at the strings, plucking absent notes while my brain hunts for the right words. The lyrics sharpen themselves around one idea: *The devil I married.* Not in so many words yet. But it’s there. In the way the chorus curls around the concept of signing your name next to someone else’s and not knowing if you’ve been saved or sold. In the way the verses bite at invisible chains, then admit sometimes the hand on the lock feels like home. Every time I stumble on a particularly vicious couplet, Mia cackles. “You’re going to kill him,” she says.

Late at night in the cemetery, I poured wine in front of the photo on the tombstone. Moonlight fell on the gold-engraved words “Tomb of My Love Mandy Somerfield,” shining with a cold glow. “I promised that I would take care of him for you...” A metallic taste surged into my throat, I tilted my head back and drank the liquor. “But he hates me now. If only I hadn’t made that wish back then. If only I had been the one who died.” I looked up at her gentle smiling face. Tears fell to the ground in sharp drops.

* *I almost started to believe her* *Then I saw you and I knew* *Maybe it's 'cause I got a little bit older* *Maybe it's all that I've been through* *I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder* *And how I see myself with you* "Does it sound familiar to you too?" Darian asked at that moment. Although I didn't understand what he meant, I continued the song. *I don't say a word* *But still, you take my breath and steal the things I know* *There you go, saving me from out of the cold* *Fire on fire would normally kill us* *But this much desire, together, we're winners* *They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners*

I sing the word in my head like a Broadway finale: “Do-o-one!” Let’s hear it for Friday victories and traumatizing boys before lunchtime. I think with a grin plastered across my face.

Please don’t try to find me through my dealer He won’t pick up his phone Please don’t try my father either He ain’t been home for years I know I’m no spirit seeker I can’t sleep through the tears I get lost in the ether I check it, I wreck it, I turn it around I gave you all my money, gave you all my money Gave you all my money, gave you all my money I don’t wanna live I don’t wanna give you nothing ’Cause you never give me nothing back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back Why can’t you be good for something? Not one shirt off your back She was so lost in the song that she did not notice someone was playing horn from behind. Just then she felt as if something hit

It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill. In my dreams, I chase the man with my wallet. We are in the alley, he has my wrist and my arms begin to burn. My blood pumps like lava, black veins wrapping up my limbs like vines and I screech as my skin sears. In the darkness, a handsome devil watches with dark blank eyes. He is unohaded by my suffering, even when I cry to him, the only bystander, to help me. I thrash about and try to pry myself free of the monster holding my wrists, when suddenly he becomes a bear. A huge, red eyed, demonic bear and he bellows in my face with yellowed razor teeth. I hear a scream thst I know is my mother's, and as I turn away in useless guilt, the