2003-12-05 - 9:12 a.m.
you asked yourself if she was here/
as you cradled the bottle and wiped a tear
from your eye.
your surprised
by the way the bells chime.
by the way that she found you again.
when you lost your way/
she came bearing flowers/
and gave them to you/
as you stepped out of the shower/
and you buried yourself in her arms/
your a coward.
your a coward and your starting to see this.
through the cracked glass/
where the used books are whispering/
and the streets are all one way/
and nobody else is listening.
she pulled you down
to her level and we're missing
we're missing the last seven pages.
you tore your coat/as we jumped over the fence/and i could have a wrote you/
before you left/but the words were all jumbled/and got stuck in my throat.
i got stuck there and wanted to stay.
so if i brought you misery/
please accept my regrets/
but if i brought you something/
you hadn't had yet/
then we can call this a truce/
and move on to the next/
move on to the next story now.
each of thinks in circles and rhymes/
and you got a map out and i started crying/and you pointed north and said,/
'thats where i.....'/
'thats where i'll be when you need me.'
and i needed you now. and i'll need you tommorrow. and you can pack up your bags, but you can't pack up your sorrow.
and if you ever get cold/you know you can borrow/
my coat, or my dreams, or my breath..
i'll give you a picture of me when i was/four years old and starting to buzz/
with a fever that burns and blisters because/
because theres no where else for it to go.
she was like midnight. and i was like automn. and i stole the covers and she slept on the bottom/floor of an apartment/but at least that its something.
at least we had something in common.
