2001-12-22 | THE CRY OF LOVE

a song i wrote a long time ago. i'm thinking maybe 1995. don't remember the inspiration or the point of it, but i may know after i type it in here.

"paint stripper"

driving down the west side we started to cry

looking at the desert and the endless sky

we couldn't hold it back, lord knows we tried

i broke down in the intersection, she asked "why?"

if you don't know what i've been through

then you don't love me like i think you do

now look up there and take a deep breath

and just make sure that this secret is kept

i love you, i'm almost sure of this

that's why sometimes i get so pissed

you've never told me that you loved me

you never tell me what you think of me

you were never good at stuff like that

you could never look at me like that

don't go looking me in the eye

you might say something nice if you try

driving down the turnpike i started to weep

thinking about the promises she neglected to keep

the trees tell me it was too good to be true

now i'm left with nothing......(to do)

i'm feeling faint

it's time to strip the paint

you layed out the canvas of night

it's too late to erase the pain (that's life)

live with your mistakes of time past

live for something that might actually last

driving down the west side....

i cried for her, but she couldn't hear me

she blocked out all her memories of what it could be

i broke down in the intersection

- premature ejaculation | tantra +