My Broken Cisterns Never Could Stay Filled

So I'm not sure why it always flows downhill

Why broken cisterns never could stay filled

I've spent ten years singing gravity away

But the water keeps on falling from the sky

And here tonight while the stars are blacking out

With every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt

I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away

But the water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows

I tried to find a cure for the pain

Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do

It would be a lie to run away

So blood is fire pulsing through our veins

We're either writers or fools behind the reigns

I've spent ten years trying to sing it all way

But the water keeps on falling from my tries

And heaven knows, heaven knows

I tried to find a cure for the pain

Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do

It would be a lie to run away

A lie to run

It would be a lie

It would be a lie to run away

It keeps on falling 

Water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows

I tried to find a cure for the pain

Oh my Lord! To suffer like you do

It would be a lie to run away 

(Jon Foreman-The Cure for Pain)

Definition of the Week

• ex·haust·ed Adjective   /igˈzôstid/
  Synonyms:

  • adjective: spent, weary, worn-out, tired
  • Drained of one's physical or mental resources; very tired
    • I was cold and exhausted
    • she returned home, exhausted from her day in the city
  • (of resources or reserves) Completely used up
    • Karl spat, his patience suddenly exhausted
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      

Fay-Vo-Rit

It's no lie. I've always been partial to October. 

Maybe it's because of football.

Maybe it's because the leaves have really started to change and the colors are gorgeous. Maybe it's because of playoff baseball and the World Series. Maybe it's because of corn mazes and costumes and too much candy.

Maybe it's because of bonfires and haunted houses and hayrides. 

Maybe it's because I get to celebrate my birthday. 

Maybe it's because you get to carve pumpkins and light them up with fire. Maybe it's because the people in Kenova, West Virginia devote themselves to an amazing array of pumpkins each year...at one house.

Maybe it's because you get to run around screaming "BOO" and aren't held accountable for it. Maybe it's because Harry Potter seems the most real in October.

Man. What a great month. 

I'm Not Your Ghost Anymore...

I know I can't take one more step towards you

Cause all that's waiting is regret

And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore

You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live half a life

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are

Running 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are

I hear you're asking all around

If I am anywhere to be found

But I have grown too strong

To ever fall back in your arms

I learned to live half a life

And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are

Running 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

So don't come back for me

Who do you think you are

And it took so long just to feel alright

Remember how to put back the light in my eyes

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed

Cause you broke all your promises

And now you're back

You don't get to get me back

And who do you think you are

Running 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are

Running 'round leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts

And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold

From the ice inside your soul

Don't come back for me

Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are

Christina Perri -- Jar of Hearts