stuck in third gear:
i cannot stop loving you.
you never began to love me.
(and we all fall, we all fall
down)
i say, "see, it's quite simple,
that we, you and me can fall to
pieces like this. it's all about
time and having it." (i never
wear a watch and neither do you. is
this where we went wrong, is this
where we fell
and we all fall, we all fall down)
you say, " well you know it isn't that
simple, really, because nothing is
when it's we, you and me, filling the
seconds and hours judging what's worth
the time and what couldn't possibly be
even if it is me with you, you with me."
(you're confusing, confusing, you should
come with directions. i would wear them
around my neck, strung like something of
gold all sparkly and pretty from afar, but
upclose the beauty isn't as real, the
tarnish shows.) and i would say, "wily coyote",
because i think i would call you that now
if i had half a chance, if i had your eyes
listening to every move i made, i would say,
"wily coyote, we're not ok. we're just..not.
so stop twisting like that. stop touching
everything in front of you. stop running
through me. just stop, ok." and for once,
for just once,
you would not listen to me.

04/06/2003

Author's Note: i have a big mouth and the sick fascination of using words to discourage anything good happening to me by simply, talking the good-giver out of giving any good when he's halfway to my door.

Posted on 04/06/2003
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