i'd cry like that boy who was lost did
only i wouldn't need my reflection
with light up reindeer antlers
to drive me there.

if you went away
and i couldn't just pick up the phone and call you
i'd die...
s i m p l e as t h a t.

there's a something in your voice
maybe a comfort- i don't know
it it's not love- then why do i miss you
when we're not talking?

sometimes it's like you're breathing
-only it's traveling to my neck
and when you lean in to kiss it
-gently
i awake...
and i hate myself for the rest of the day..
SO...
honey bunches of oats,
please don't cry
especially when you want me to understand.

i'll come around...i promise...
and i don't make promises
don't make me cry
don't go back on what you say

the secret to getting unbelievers
to believe
is not to beg or cry...
just keep your word

12/19/2003

Posted on 12/19/2003
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