2001-10-07 | BLUE IN THE FACE

some pathetic, untitled peice i wrote late at night while i lived in Bend, Oregon, wishing somebody loved me. my eyes were always on the verge of crying back then. especially when i felt alienated by people who i used to trust, and people who had suddenly not liked me anymore. Thanks for taking those things away, Stephanie. i hardly ever feel like crying now, because i'm usually so happy. Even when i have a shitty day, it helps knowing someone loves you.

EVERYTHING'S plastic lately

even you, my faith has been spent

who do i trust in, is there an answer?

or is everybody too busy to respond?

before i didn't care what they had to say

now that you're gone, i need them

you probably weren't listening anyway

but at least you were there

lately i can't find anybody

it's like a ghost town around here

the stench of loneliness fills the air

mirages cloud my sight

talking to yourself gets boring sometimes

but my sanity is slipping

i'm the only one who cares about me

but you wouldn't know it if you saw me

"if" being the key word, because i fell out of your pocket, and you don't even know it do you?

"if", because i've slipped your mind

you've lost your taste

you've forgotten how i taste

it's all a waste of precious time

thought the last time my time was precious isn't clear

'cos i can't even remember the good times

only the bad ones can be seen from here

robots are blocking the shops and the streets

silicone alleys full of death

nothing to be found

except more like me

no wonder they're so quiet

let it out

anyway you can

figure it out

if you can

- premature ejaculation | tantra +