2001-06-20 | SINKLESS

I'm going to try and write a pop ditty off the top of my head. i'm pretty good at improv, i guess.

Improvisational tumor, this not knowing is becoming a nuisance. walking around in circles like a "one foot" mutant. everything i do seems like trouble some times. the only thing that makes sense is wasting time. letting the horrible moments go by fast, and making the precious ones last and last. it's hard to decipher between the two sometimes, the only thing that makes sense is making some rhymes. sometimes i feel like i'm running out of time....

everytime i feel like i'm wasting time, i think of you and how you make me feel so true. everytime i feel like i'm out of time, i think of my future with you. everytime i think we don't have much time, i remember how it feels like forever instead of only a month...how could i even think this. this love is sinkless....

i guess thats going to be the part that you sing along, but i'm not sure it might be too long. you'll probably change it in your head, and pretend that it says something else that doesn't make you feel so dead. i used to be like you, jealous of lovers and the things that they do. then i found the one i always wished i would, but never thought i could, well, knock on wood. i always think that it might not last, or i'll get a blast in my face when i think that its safe and sound. or sometimes i think no ones around when i'm surrounded and i'm dumbfouned thinking of you. sometimes i think someones there but its just the thought of you, sometimes i think i'm dying but i remember how you woke me up.

- premature ejaculation | tantra +