driving on.

Don't need no five star reservations
I've got spaghetti and a cheap bottle of wine
Don't need no concert in the city
I've got a stereo and the best of Patsy Cline
Ain't got no caviar no Dom Perignon
But as far as I can see, I've got everything I want

Cause I've got a roof over my head,
the woman I love laying in my bed
And it's alright, alright
I've got shoes under my feet
Forever in her eyes staring back at me
And it's alright, alright
And I've got all I need
And it's alright by me

Maybe later on we'll walk down to the river
Lay on a blanket and stare up at the moon
It may not be no French Riviera
But it's all the same to me as long as im with you

It may be a simple life, but that's okay
If you ask me baby, I think I've got it made

Cause I've got a roof over my head,
the woman I love laying in my bed
And it's alright, alright
I've got shoes under my feet
Forever in her eyes staring back at me
And it's alright, alright
And I've got all I need
And it's alright by me

It's alright by me, yeah yeah
When I lay down at night I thank the Lord above
For giving me everything I ever could dream of

Cause I've got a roof over my head,
the woman I love laying in my bed
And it's alright, alright, alright, alright
I've got shoes under my feet
Forever in her eyes staring back at me
And it's alright, alright, alright
And I've got all I need, yeah
I've got all I need
And it's alright by me
Oh yeah, it's alright by me

on a side note:

Baristas are people too. Real people with real feelings who you leave in a real bad mood when you're a dick. I get you know what you want, and you probably always get it - but that doesn't mean I'll give it to you for free when you tell me to. I understand you're in a hurry, please understand I'm doing my best. I can see you're averse to making small talk with me while your drink is being prepared - please see its my job to entertain you, but you can pretend to be on your Bluetooth if it makes you feel more important. Above all, a little eye contact and a thank-you can make more than a difference to the people who help get your day going on a good note, who will in turn, hopefully, make your day a little brighter. If not, I might slip you decaf tomorrow morning. Cheers.

all of your base belongs to us.

I'd like my own space. I have my own space now, technically, but its just a room. Practically speaking, I cannot afford my own space, due to the fact I would need to fill that space solely with Ikea. I would have eclectic coloured armchairs and exploded-floral-print throw pillows. I would drink exclusively out of martini glasses and display my teas on the counter organized by colour and variety. I would have blown-up prints of my favourite photos of my family, travels and friends. I would play Elton John and Oasis all day. I would have a record player. I would display my guitars on the wall. I'd play those guitars. I'd have to play those guitars to afford all this. I'll write a song about it. Idealisticly.