Torn between two different types
and to what my soul really likes.
A dream a dream of who I am
and how I've come not to give a damn.
A dream of loving myself in only one way
and making it to her arms everyday.
An addiction on my soul to bare.
The sweet smell of her long hair.
A wink and a smile to wake me
the face there when I open my eyes to see.
Her breath on my neck when I sleep
and in my heart her namesake to keep.
A dream of love and who I need
dealing with the demons I feed.
Dreaming of something new to deal
and my heart to let you steal.
Let the cop chase the robbers around
and act surprised at what you've found.
Act like its Christmas morning
and disregard every newfound warning.

06/20/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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