This pain belongs to me
locked inside
you're the key
the need for more
if I could only tell you what they did
the ones inside me
but it belongs to me alone
you have no right to know
no right to ease it
you don't even know me
I don't blame you for my tears
My words
exposed but not shared
they're not yours
I could never burden you
love forbids
you are the key
I wish I was Bubba
dancing
though our feet never leave the ground
I think: Geez, she's really tall
but I know
she's talking to herself not me
who wouldn't want to live next door to her
who wouldn't go for her?
who wouldn't feel morning glory?
Just do what Tunney did
the right way
"to cleanse my regrets"
"in their eyes I was alive"
I borrow and steal
to explain how I feel
silly me
imprisoned in her golden cage
I was close to you
a wonderful, beautiful you
warm and real
I can't believe it was just a dream
I felt so close to you
Come to me in my dreams
join me
like you never did in real life
"to die, to sleep
to sleep, perchance to dream"
I dreamt we were together
I'm standing on the top of a giant cliff. Looking down on the sea in turmoil below. The world is spinning. Michael Stipe is singing "Let me in". The camera rotates around me as I spread my arms. I'm wondering if I want to fall into the water. Contemplating the possible outcome. The storm is brewing. Thunder and lightning. Rain soaking my body, washing tears off my face. As the camera zooms in on me the rain grows stronger. Finally the camera stops right in front of me. Stops in a closeup of my face. It's impossible to see if I'm still crying or it's just the rain. "say goodbye - nice try". In slowmotion I close my eyes. The roar of thunder mixes with the sound of waves against the rocks below. The camera holds its position for a moment mercilesly exposing my face. Then in a sudden burst it pulls back and as I step over the side and start to fall the thunder and raging sea build into an intense crescendo. I fall forever it seems. Periodically lightning strikes and illuminates my falling figure against the cliffside. As I hit the water everything goes silent. The camera follows me underwater. Bubbles stream from my mouth. Another lightning bolt explodes brightly above the surface.
The screen goes dark.
We hear the storm in the background.
Then the picture returns. We are above water. Waves explode in white foam against the rocks. We wait. Nothing happens. I never surface.
The screen goes dark again to the sound of one last lightning bolt. Soon static fills the screen.
And then someone turns off the TV.
