Tunesday {Lyrics Version}

I'm a firm believer in the power of words having a great affect on a person. Especially hurtful words. But even more–so with music. Music's words have impacted people for generations, and there is something to be said about the power of love words– writing the words of one's heart seems to me the most difficult, but also the most passionate and cathartic way of expressing the deepest parts of their heart and soul. Often times (I'm making words up now) people treat that catharsis and merge it a lot with being lethargic and then it turns them into cathargic people. Half purging their thoughts into song, and the other half not doing anything about it.

With all that being said, there is this one song that has made itself known in my life and the lyrics highly  pertinent to my life almost all the time with guys. They usually end up being friends that I find myself liking and they like me back, but make no motion into doing anything about it. So often times, I pull away from them for space-sake and also so I'm not getting more bruised than necessary.

Landon Pigg {funny last name–bears a resemblance to Ashton Kutcher, and struck gold with his Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop anthem}, is the one who is my heart's musical muse with these two songs, Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop and Great Companion. For you, I will introduce you to the pertinence of Great Companion and its lyrics....

Great Companion:
It's not that you lost a friend 

I just need some time to lick my wounds
                                                         I'll be out of service for a little while 
I'm sure I'll be up and running soon 
He's just amateur these days
Not used to dealing with this pain
He's just amateur these days
Never thought that he would see a girl away
And our history will never be erased
You were a great companion
And some memories will never ever fade
So I love and so I hate
What we were I never knew nor did you 
That's exactly what you hated 
For three years you were confused 
And for three years, my intentions left unstated
And our history can never be erasedYou were a great companion
And some memories will never ever fade
So I love and so I hate
So this is the end.. Of an innocent era, an innocent era?
I didn't want you but I did it's never wrong but it is
And our history can never be erased
You were a great companion
And some memories will never fade away
You were a great companion
And our history can never be erased 
You were a great companion 
And some memories will never ever ever fade

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