For some reason, I remember your name,
And the fact that once I wrote it
On a piece of paper using this same pen.

You have one of those familiar faces
That I don't recognise, a kind of
Distinctiveness I've seen so many times
That always gets me somewhere
That sometimes I forget exists.

The fact that I've lately been
Staying up far to late
Can be blamed for my rediscovery
Of you, in some random show I watched
At some stupid hour because
I didn't feel tired enough to sleep.

So maybe one of the things I get
Most angry with myself for is
Slightly good after all.

But now I'll probably end up
Staying up too late tomorrow
So I can rediscover you some more,
And maybe even remember why
I remember you anyway.

I want a part in your TV show...
The mysterious stranger who appears
Out of nowhere and sweeps you
Off your feet. But being mysterious
Means acting, and I'd want you
To see the real me, the self pitying wreck
Who can't live with his mistakes
And is slowly rotting inside.

So maybe I'll be cast as the guy
Who demolishes your soul from
The inside, and whose memory makes
Your heart ache and your tears fall.

I seem to play that part a lot.

12/24/2002

Posted on 12/24/2002
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