2001-12-31 | TIN CANS WITH STRINGS TO YOU

no new years kiss

it's you i miss

i should be there with you

holding on to your hips

my thumbs gripping onto the top of your skirt

the distance is painful, but i'm mostly free of hurt

my new years resolution is to want you more

if that is at all possible, you'll never be bored

well combust at midnight

while our hands are gripped tight

an indestructible connection of love and true sentiments

we'll melt, combining into one positive element

the fifth dimension is love

the fifth element is patience

by the fifth time i talked to you

i was on an impervious vacation

i was nervous to tell you how i was feeling

my heart was crawling all over the ceiling

i was hiding from the fears that had made me so lonely in the first place

i had to face it head on

or i would never make any progress

i had nothing to lose

it wasn't some egotistical contest

i couldn't be macho, if i was in a fight with the world

i'd just fight with my eyes closed, powered by the love of my girl

the beauty of her trapped inside my head

was enough to overpower the ugly stuff that used to make me feel dead

i drive into walls

i don't even notice

i do prat falls

at the most inoppurtune moments

i sing stupid songs

and read stupid articles

i just sail along

ignoring all the dusty particles

i don't mind waking up early

work is just another thing i do while i'm waiting to move over to you

i reside in your heart

wherever you want to go sounds like a good enough start

we'll start from square zero and move up to forty-four

i used to start with forty ounces, and end the night with forty more

drinking away your sorrow

usually adds up to more of it

drink and sink into tomorrow

and throw yourself a pity fit

fall asleep in your trunk

and drive yourself into the sea

if you can escape before the car sinks

you'll know what it's like to be like me

life saved

initials engraved into my soul

knife thrown out and waved at the lives of the strangers who didn't know

they were passing someone who would grow into power

it's hard to be sweet when the surroundings are sour

i tried my best, and i came out pretty well

imagine what i could do if i came out of my shell

at least i know i wasn't in hell

i came out way too good, and with secrets to tell

but i won't

i always threaten to be controversial, but then i don't

i whimp out when the time comes to be heard

i went too far with the first two parts of this, so i added on a third

was it worse?

there's still so much more inside of me that needs to be dispersed

that's how it works

- premature ejaculation | tantra +