The picket fence that keeps your dream in has holes.
Letting out those little thoughts and bits of souls.
Trying to keep things straight in a world of chaos.
Trying to figure just where to put the thought of us
Wondering if it's all just a game in my mind...
Looking for love but never to find
the one who will ease this feeling deep inside of me...
Something tangible that only you could see
some part of my soul that would make you feel right
when I would hold you in my arms when you'd wake at night...
So for all the misgivings and fears that you hold
and all the dreams, down the river they got sold.
Trying to grasp onto your last dream of hope
as the gate swings wide , you feel like a dope.
All this time running in circles feverishly
you never saw all the holes that I could see...
So now you know why I left you on that night
not wanting to even give a hint of a fight..
I just wanted you to go away from me
away from my life, No longer to see.
I was over the lies and the bridge that you burned
and now I'm over the fact of what you might of just learned.
I know you slept with Him, 2 condoms to a box?
do you think I'm brain dead? Need to clean my clocks?
What the hell? do you think I'm dumb?
Do you think that the pot makes me comfortably numb?
Numb to the fact that you lied to me in my embrace
with your butt stuck up, lying to my face.
So how do you think I feel when I know the truth
but I still rubbed it down in the telephone booth...
So what were both guilty inside
and we don't wanna let these feelings hide.
So I say fuck it all to hell
and I hope and wish you well.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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