Another night utterly alone.
Another night on the phone.
A way to make you feel so far away.
Another word I meant to say
Falling asleep next to the phone
on the green floral couch alone.
A call from someone who isn't you
Another reason I feel blue.
A feeling deep inside.
A lack of emotions I can't hide
A skeleton in my house.
Another fire to douse.
Another search for oblivion.
Sitting in the pavilion.
Keeping myself awake and somber
while I sit here and ponder.
Should I throw it away
or just go along with the day?
Just wait until the call
until I get another fall.
Until I get a new heart.
Until I make a new start.
I could always change my name
I could always love those to shame
and forget who I once was.
To live with the lack of a buzz.
I could forget my life with kids
and my life with eating acid.
I could forget my soul.
I could forget control.
I could love like no other
and I could even turn on my brother.

06/11/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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