page 1 "Edward, when it's a talk-about"
page 3: "the big protective joke"
page 4: "I'm going to i'm going to i'm going"
page 6: "the awkward embarrassment "
Edward, when it's a talk-about,
because of all the buzz,
would sometimes disappear from fear
He'd fuck everyone up.
Crushingly X-rated
"We're gonna nail it"
Fake a gap tooth
-call me, honey-
it's almost too familiar
drawing maps over lines
not wanting to be traced
they don't line up
it's all new so
stall me
clumsy
and I will too
and if the lies we tell from bitter times can make us sweeter
so it goes
but i've gotta tell you sometime man
cause everybody knows.
the big protective joke
"wasn't he your brother?"
sheilds of self denial leave hungry children
saying maybe
cold is better
than pretense
and the last breath was choking the future ones
out of silly desperation
but this one's not gonna die from that
not now not here with you.
I'm going to i'm going to i'm going
"i'm going"
it's late
too late
i try anyway and ruin everything
amelie has strategems
and now
we have the same hair
i want to tell you but there's no
real reason
since everything already ended
any reaction i get
will just be a reaction
when i want action
good bye
good bye
good bye
good bye?
on the ride home i feel lighter than wind.
Love goes into art
instead of you
what a shame,
the things i could do
better luck at this table
i sleep and let the ink stains in
we're ready for another winter
fix this in spring 2007
see you in
yeah, sure, "helsinki"
right-
that's when i stopped leaving the house
and learned to shop for what won't go bad in a hurry.
the awkward embarrassment
of realizing late
each time is just like the last
i'm attempting to recreate
brings a blush of repitition
the three r's are: (repeat after me)
respect, humilitation, and time.
fine okay
left is left
i shouldn't expect the past
to be the same
as i expect
unless i make some
immediate change
but all two thousand get rich quick schemes
seem to go up in smoke
and i'm sitting in the dark with the charcoal
drawing you
r eyes eyes eyes
it's always eyes
but i'm dirty now
i'm broke and blind
and the charcoal sticks they say
you wouldn't want
me anyway
so back to the business plan
how's the third quarter?
oh deep
in my pocket
i'm saving it for a post
card.