Discombobulated in my lost paradise
and try and to disregard my favorite vice.
Sit up at the table and roll with those loaded dice
and ask the man of text's for some ill fated advice.
Shower off all the worry and self pity
and everything else you learned in this begotten city.
Forget your name and who you once were
since you know you'd give it all up for her.
Go over and hang out till you get all sleepy
and when you leave her watch her get all weepy.
Wonder who you are to her and if this is it
or are you just filling your mind with bullshit.
Stuffy headed in this sea of emotion
while I'm still stuck here under the notion
The idea that maybe you really are the one
like pain is my night and you are my sun.
Maybe life is just a gift to share
as I whisper sweetly into your glare.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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