Darling, please,
could you turn down that light
in your eyes?
I'm feeling a little exposed.
Like Ophelia drowning,
I bob twice, then dunk under,
my garments temporarily keeping me afloat
in your world.
and I don't fit into your puzzle.
My ins and outs just don't match yours,
and pushing humps into holes will only end
in a distorted picture.
And I'm sorry if I gave you the "wrong idea"
And I'm sorry if I came on too strong
was it my ways?
was it my gaze
at the clear night's full moon
one night too soon?
because we know it's just a phase...
and in two weeks, she won't even be there.
I think it's in the water,
or in my blood,
being pulled by mountains and craters
ins and outs of another
239,000 miles away
waxing and waning, in and out
in and out.
Maybe she'll never make up her mind.
Baby, she'll never make up her mind!
in and out.
and I am in the game
and out of time
and in the frame
and out of lines
except the lines under my eyes
showing signs of sleepless nights
in an empty bed
out of love
and I don't want to play anymore.

04/07/2001

Posted on 10/26/2001
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