| Flesh perfect fantasies, Tap the tap of my disease. You were looking from afar, Sipping on a mason jar. I�ll swing by your table last, So we can recreate the mistakes that have passed. I wanted to give you something real, But you like playing the caged hamster in a spinning wheel. Her glitter fades and the morning looms, She still dances her way around the room. The one happy thing about the girl was her perfume. Now I�m spinning slowly to my pillow, Once I touch down, I can then fall below. I can feel your arms around me, I can feel your lungs while I breathe. Glowing face, The image of your body I can�t erase. Love wrapped itself around Sunday�s blanket, My book spines are broken, Those pages kept by subway tokens. This institution I am trying to live up to, All I am is speaking, spoken, spoke too. This institution is like the wall And I have all the gates to break through. Louis Carroll would be impressed, I checkmate the headspace Of those I�d like to impress. I fail to read the signs they leave, Forgive my smile, I am awed by your doom, I am tied to the gloom, I�ll watch you, while you watch the room. I know now that I made a big mistake, I should have chosen the apple, Not the snake, while shopping at wall mart. Picking up a lawn God and putting him in my shopping cart. Lately I�ve been thinking of a final message, Trying to find out if my time here is wasted, Tapping on the ceiling with my pinky finger, Making a sound that I hope will linger. I believe my stay here has been misguided, Buying all the lies that keep me flying, Now I�m left with my own high prices, Can�t pay my bills, and my wallets in crisis. Standing in the water as the tide rolls over, Trying to keep from getting pulled right under. Tripping over rocks I skipped across the water, Slipping from the shore the floor descends farther. The letter that you read will be a still life picture, Of that brief moment that you saw right in here. I can�t even remember what I said that night now, My mind is moving faster than my fingers allow. Typing out the words that I wanted to say, Sending this love affair to an early grave. Floating on a bed, on this sea of misfits, Just another caucus race Just another senator, Just another day in the life of this procrastinator. Flesh perfect fantasies, Tap the tap of my disease. |
| that's all that you'll get. |