It's like the sky is finally falling.
I submit my heart to this:
his is all caring, all loving.
(Mine is too.)
...and to bake frost upon our windows
in the winter
in the basement
only screeches out our desire/lust/love
(oh god kiss me; kiss me please!)
I'm already upsetting you,
so just start jumping to conclusions
saying you are definitely still mad-tired of my crying
and wondering what we're still doing here
(Face it, boy, I have been with you and still want to be with you
I sell my soul
Saturday morning at the garage sale by mistake;
everything was left unattended.
and shit I'm going to make some more money...
We can restart
our lives (again).
I do believe shower-lovers live desperately
and cry about enough things
which should get me off the hook...
You took giving up, so I was left with moving on,
and somehow, along the way,
we managed to pick up all the pieces.
We can almost be made whole again
if only we could find glue to make it better, stronger.
Instead we're just jamming pieces together
the edges are rough
and wearing away at each other.
So much so that eventually the pieces will
fit back together.
I am on that search for the natural high,
trying to catch a buzz
without catching an addiction...
(This is the way of the world
to complain about that.)
is there for me to hang on.
I wait for it every night
but that's not pinning it down