i'll take a train
west into wet grass
where i can dither hoping for
stifling hot air that beckons
says we need more and less
well no and yes
won't you just make up your mind?
i watch my thoughts fall into
oblivion like wet cement
in twenty minutes if the phone doesn't ring
i'll be the bad guy again
i'll be the one to feel this unrealistic blame
that's what you want, sometimes

i'll ride my fears
back home east into dry dusty plains
and my very hopes will be in the air as
my real reasoning shines through
and things will work again with the
clarity you need
and i can blame you for the good

you're better than the best at love

10/07/2005

Posted on 10/07/2005
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