There I go being me again

Not your sparkling Red-headed

Charlie Brown dream girl

Not me

You know the one

Your favorite drink

Your metaphore

She's sweet, smooth, intoxicating

I'm all artificial sweetener

To mask the bitterness

And smooth...forget it

It doesnt come so easy for all of us

And anything she can do

That takes you to that height

I could do the same and sober you up

Like coffee, or cold water, or time catching up

then rushing passed



There I go being me again

Avoiding sleep like the plague

That's when i think of you the most

Is when i ought to be in bed

Warm and safe from anything that might hurt

But my brain won the game this time

I thought about you all night anyway

Now the sun is rising

And my contacts are dried to my eyes



It's OK

I know I'm not pretty enough

Even if you dont

You'd never say the words

You'd never even let the thought

Complete itself in your mind



But in the funnies section

While your Charlie brown

Is chasing after that "red-headed slut"

Don't you worry about this Peppermint Patty

Standing on the sidelines

Of this metephoric marathon

Choking back her tears

Trying not to meet your gaze

When you grace her with a sidways glance

She's just a little tired

And the sun is coming up

And her eyes are adjusting to the rays

And washing away the sleep out of habit

Go on and take that red-head in your hands

One more time

Make a toast and raise her to your lips

It's OK

She puts that sparkle in your eye

I know I'll never sparkle like that

05/29/2004

Posted on 05/29/2004
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