for P

i love the idea of inside you concept pushed thought aside. dream makes easy solitude for anyone and now, clear
be here, it all goes grainy, it's all just the same as you
thought
you wanted
and nothing at all just seems to great a deal so i wait, outside the wishing well of a life lived dream free ,cold comes clean, fucking you is so goddamn cold,
and everything everything long and endearing is tragic just for the cause of where we left things.

so i leae nothing left not just inside you but around you, every last cloud raining down, bent ciggarette,
she's so in love, they say
don't go out in the heat, i don't think they know
anything at all

i wanted fingers pressed to the skin behind your ears, it makes sense
just one more minute one more instant and then
nothing else happens.

across the way, wives are happy, sons sleep tight and fathers are drunk on sofas once again
give me justice for a cold heart, loneliness only covers so much skin and everything now is getting colder and colder.

i don't...
but you have one more sunset to show me, one more minute to spend with me before we all go insane, before we all
find ourselves
alone again.

2003-05-04 | 9:49 p.m.
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