grainy pictures on the bedstand

(this is one of them)
nights that don't mean a thing
and you'll be gone in the morning
but she's been in my dreams ten nights in a row
so i'm not sure what to make of it all
maybe nothing one way or the other
but there's stories in the sand
written, somehow, behind my life, skin
and everyone knows you're not
the same as those.

so i'm outlasting you,
ending up able to get it up
and maybe even come
home

who knows what dream bring?

2003-04-26 | 11:27 a.m.
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