2001-07-04 | "It's a matter of instinct, a matter of conditioning, a matter of fact....you can call me PAVLOV'S dog"

OLD GOLD

this is a song i wrote at 9:30 pm on march 24th 1998. i should start dating my stuff again. although it was written more then 3 years ago some of it sounds like it could be about stephanie.

"MISSING"

oooohh....I think I'm dead....I smelled your hair, i hurt my head. Oh, I think I'm dead...I saw your eyes, my face turned red. I've got your image stuck inside my dreams. Your smell is not as soft as it seems.

{chorus}

I don't know what I'll do. If I don't get to see you soon. I don't know what I've done. Far away from me you run. I saw your eyes and I cried.... Because I have no one. I cried for me, I cried for me.

I prayed for her. She said she didn't remember who I was. My worst nightmare came true. Amnesia struck her like a quick buzz. I was shocked she didn't laugh at me, or slap me in the face. She didn't even remember me, I'm a cold and empty space. A space in her heart was feeling a gap, but I guess she didn't know. Missing a piece of the structure, a dam in the way of the flow. If I kissed her would she punch me back? If I hugged her, would her world go black? Would it reinstate her memory of me? Would it be a new start? Would it re-charge the arteries and the valves that send love to her heart? ..... {chorus}

- premature ejaculation | tantra +