2001-08-17 | BREAKING IN TWO....REJECTION BOOGALOO

WRitten while being inspired by rufus wainright. not rufus with chaka khan....oh....nevermind

"RESERVED INJURIES"

something's wrong with me....it's a cramp.. Is it mental?...My soul is damp. Am I going up or down the ramp?...Things are fucked up when you can't find a stamp (to save you)...Or afford one...it feels like post-mortem....sometimes i'm absorbed by the boredom.. Actually...always... I'm at one with it....sometimes i feel like the missing witness.. The one who saw the crime..But was too ashamed to come forward... I saw everything coming ahead of time...but I was afraid I'd be ignored.

(chorus)

I didn't want to be laughed at

and passed off as a liar

I thought we were past that

Now I'm back in the fire

Something longs in me....to be in your house... Kissing your mouth-on your couch... Watching you secretly, like a terrified mouse...Kissing your wounds when you cry out "ouch".. Sometimes I feel like that guy at the drive-thru....He pretends to be happy, but he lies too...He was hoping he wouldn't have to find you...Now there will always be that thing to remind you...They look at you with the same eyes that you've had... It's the familiarity that makes you mad...You want to help them, like you wish someone had-you...But you were too busy with your new life to realize it was that bad, fool.

(chorus)

- premature ejaculation | tantra +