WakeThere are few things more intimate than waking up to the feeling of soft fingers circling on your back.
ReallyI could never and would never think about buying a brand new guitar, give me one with a story everyday.I've never purchased a pen yet I write everyday on screwed up and wrinkled paper.I can't decide on where to get a tattoo and every time I do I change my mind in about a week and thank god I'm not too impulsive with these things.I think that San Francisco sounds like a wonderful place to spend a year or so of my life, and Las Vegas sounds like a great place to spend one night of my life.I've got too many fears to list, but the main two are ending up alone and no-one liking what I produce anymore.I always want to be somewhat more famous than I am but not enough that it changes my life.I don't know where my spiritual home is but I know it's not here, but I also am not sure if I believe in the concept.I usually watch TV at night time because otherwise my mind doesn't get a chance to not be creative (even then though it's always still on) but it that a bad thing really?
A heart in the mirror fogI would draw you a heart in the mirror fog,It would quickly fade but re-appear every time you showered.We'd toast marshmallows on the gas stove because as city people that's as close as we'd get to camping.Or we'd sleep on your fire escape imaging what the stars would look like if the buildings weren't in the road and the 7/11 sigh would stop flashing.Imaging what it would be like to do our own washing without $10 in $1 coins and a weird guy trying to see what colour underwear you wore.We'd dream of days where we could have pens that didn't come from the local bank and didn't have chains around them still.Where a fire would actually kick out heat and not have to be started every 25 minutes after the DVD stopped.Where we would have known our neighbors, even had a gate in the back fence so we could share the pool they got for Christmas, or play practical jokes. But instead it's a guy named Steve, who smokes something that doesn't smell like what my dad use to smoke and has a on
easy fixI am so sad right now.I have suffered from depression off and on for years now without wanting to really admit it.I have taken the knocks from broken love, betrayal, smashed friendships, all with the casual good natured smile I am known for.I work along at work, having a joke, doing my thing.Trying to photograph people that are clearly not inspiring.Having them make excuses about why they can't come to work with me, not responding to my notes.And it has all come to a head, tonight I can't sleep, I have organised some time off work in a couple of weeks because I feel like I am going to explode and take someone out with me.I don't know what I need to make me happy again, maybe love, maybe someone to actually inspire me back into my art, a faster car, louder music, I don't know, but I fear outside things won't effect it because what the problem is is actually inside me, and that's never an easy fix.
YouYour eyes see into melike lightning striking twicehidden beneath the depths of emotioninto the wake of a stormwhispered veils of silk and sensualitysummoned to dance the dance of nightpassion steals through meBut still you see ..You whisper into melike soft kisses in a misty breezehidden beneath promises that you can't keepinto the ether of eternityveiled temptation and discordancesummoned to the edge of understandingsunset settles on my soulBut still you whisper..You echo through melike hate on a stormy nighthidden beneath the words of a sibylinto the dying euphoriablessed curses and swirling lightsummoned to the side of the dyingblackness steals through meBut still you echo..
Ruined the trust ever moreI called you to the surfaceI called you near todayI called you to come closerA little game to playBut nothing could prepare meFor the look within your eyesAs slowly you'd whisperthose ever pleasant lies"I love you" you'd say to meSo coyly would you turn"I don't believe you"My automatic returnBut deep down I knewMy words were only liesAs deep down we all knowThough we try to disguiseFor I thought you would neversay those things to put on a showI thought it was foreverA voiceless inner shellAnd when the curtain finally fellAs the lights were slowly litMy heart lay on the floorIn pieces torn bit by bitNo more your face would I seeWithout a twinge of hateThe mask I will always wearSo I can make my escapeThe truth no more to ever beRuined the trust forever layBetween you and me
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.