2001-09-09 | BUILT TO SPILL (like oil)

I wrote this on March 2nd, 1998 at 3:11 in the morning. I miss those days when i would just stay up late, listen to a.m. radio and write, write, write. That's my only happy memory from a confusing, unhappy time, and awkward, uncomfortable living situation. You have to take whatever you have that's positive in your life and focus on it. Or else all the bad shit will drive you crazy. Believe me, no matter how bad it is, there's got to be something worth living for, even if you're not sure what it is. It's nice to know what exactly it is you're living for. Thanks, Stephanie. I live for you. I live for you and me. I live for us. Here's the song-

"OUT OF REACH"

as we cry out for war you sit and you simmer

waiting for reactions as we cringe and shake

you hold all your thougts and your smile gets thinner

you sit by unworried as the rest of us bake

the allegations spill like oil

you sit there calmly while the rest of us boil

what can i do to make you notice?

what can i do to make you hear?

(chorus)it's out of reach, it's out of reach, it's out of reach, and we're all but out of time....time's up, man...drop the denial, and your artificial sun tan...time's up, man... it's out of reach

i'm feeling all queasy and sick from the motion

(it's alright)

i'm cozy and wet from the sting of the ocean

killing yourself was an obvious notion

(it's alright)

situation get's thick and sticky like lotion

STOP!

moving around it makes me nauseous

STOP!

rocking the boat makes me ill

STOP!

it's love in my head that's why i'm cautios

STOP!

i only think straight when i'm still

hey-- is there any way to get through?

hey, is there any way to get through to you?

- premature ejaculation | tantra +