I'm over these games.
Sharing all those petty names.
Tired of hearing you bark.
I know now, my interest was a lark.
Could I have feelings for someone who doesn't know
what my favorite color or even if I love snow?
I'm over paying, for your good time
while I commit my sub-conscious petty crime.
Fooling myself for so long.
So I'll just sit back and hit the bong
over a conversation with a cup of tea.
While I get my fix of T.H.C.
A little session helps me look back
and see after all I did. I acted slack.
I didn't care for anyone back then.
I didn't have much to look back on, where I'd been
Love was something I was afraid to have.
or Worse yet, get married and call your Father, Dad

03/01/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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