Do you believe you can find me,
when all the world goes away?
If ever we're left with just time,
and this distance to you and someday.

Will you cross it, or pace it?
if it's here, could you face it?

I'm trying to make up my mind,
between proceeding or looking behind.
If it's all just a waste of your time,
then I'm wasting time being so kind.

I'd peel my skin from every touch,
of your fingertips, it's all so much.
If it's not enough, to something such,
as forgiveness is your crying crutch.

Then it's all so much, and every touch,
is forgiving me, or something such.
And I'd peel the skin from fingertips
that have come to be my guilty crutch.

I hate this, it's untenable...
If it's like this, it is terrible.

03/17/2004

Posted on 03/17/2004
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