I can identify
with all the air you breath tonight
because half of it is mine
look at me and look at yourself
there is nothing here going well
I think I have to run to get any ground
and you put me on a mountain top
and in such a small corner
I feel so cramped and I cannot get off
I don't know where to go
I wish I had some place to be
but I'm running out of time
If I don't find a new attitude
this might be my future too
but if I run away
I get the feeling that it won;t just be me
I think you'll follow me
we've shared too much about ourselves
I can't perceive you any other way
and if it hurts to hear these words
well I have nothing else to say
cause every time I look at you
I see a real good friend
but I could never wander back again
and in my mind we never had
to any of that
but I guess I would not be me
now just looking back
and oh I say dear have I changed
and all you can say is yes
but you have no idea babe
you have no idea
there is nothing here going well
I think I have to run to get any ground
and you put me on a mountain top
and in such a small corner
I feel so cramped and I cannot get off
I don't know where to go
I wish I had some place to be
but I'm running out of time
If I don't find a new attitude
this might be my future too
but if I run away
I get the feeling that it won't just be me
I think you'll follow me
yeah oh my dear you'd follow me.
Showing posts with label misunderstandings. Show all posts
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Saturday, December 20, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Absent Man
In my room, even at it's emptiest there is still clutter.
Something so tangible and yet this is just an idea.
For a mind is a place to sleep these days.
Some days babe, I dream while I speak.
But I catch every word you're throwing my way.
Lately, I've been feeling a rattling within me.
Stirring me in my deepest of slumbers.
I wake up. Shiver. Write this down.
Remember my demons.
Remember that you adore them.
I can close my eyes and picture your face.
Your eyes so full of intrigue.
So shiny and bold.
I can recall your hands, so warm.
Your lips so anticipatory.
I can imagine the words we will say,
the things we will do.
None of my troubles subside
but they fall to the sides of my face.
And I am left contemplating,
What shall I do with this mess
Soon I realize that the only solid ground I have is you.
You are so structured in the strangest of ways.
I put trust in you that I could never offer up to others.
I lose so many masks, so many doubts, and fears
when you are here, when you are near.
But the absent man is lost
in a mind so clouded like mine.
Clearly babe.
And I fall back to sleep.
Something so tangible and yet this is just an idea.
For a mind is a place to sleep these days.
Some days babe, I dream while I speak.
But I catch every word you're throwing my way.
Lately, I've been feeling a rattling within me.
Stirring me in my deepest of slumbers.
I wake up. Shiver. Write this down.
Remember my demons.
Remember that you adore them.
I can close my eyes and picture your face.
Your eyes so full of intrigue.
So shiny and bold.
I can recall your hands, so warm.
Your lips so anticipatory.
I can imagine the words we will say,
the things we will do.
None of my troubles subside
but they fall to the sides of my face.
And I am left contemplating,
What shall I do with this mess
Soon I realize that the only solid ground I have is you.
You are so structured in the strangest of ways.
I put trust in you that I could never offer up to others.
I lose so many masks, so many doubts, and fears
when you are here, when you are near.
But the absent man is lost
in a mind so clouded like mine.
Clearly babe.
And I fall back to sleep.
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