Ray LaMontagne

I've been to hell and back so many times I must admit you kinda bore me

a fitting farewell

tipping hats in yankee stadium and beer on bleachers and wine on of course porches and saying hello all over again and, oh, friends, it's an extended farewell to summer and everyone's hair on the subway had halos thanks to the setting sun. there's so much happiness and emptiness, sharing it with and without so many, and I look at all these strangers and as we trek on, through puddles and dropped flowers and last night's vomit and the strawberries no longer in season, there are so many holes. there are so many holes and I'm learning you can't always fill them. that you just have to learn to let life's oddly shaped beauty cover them up a little, leaving just enough space for them to breathe.