I stayed in a box on the counter
And posed as the fire brigade
But when the sun it came out again
I went and I hid in the shade
When your hair caught on fire from the telephone wire
I turned a blind eye to your plight
I got up again, and I counted to ten
Started training myself how to fight
I built a canoe in frustration
And paddled it off down the road
I finally got to the river
But I couldn’t cast off my load
Down the boat sank - I crawled up on the bank
I watched the hull spiral down
It bubbled and steamed, and I left what I’d dreamed
And I wandered alone in the town
I went to the jeweller’s on Sunday
I hid the key in my sock
But when I came over to show you
I found that you’d changed the lock
I drank some coffee - you took your hands off me
And went to a shaded lagoon
I chased the bugs off with a laugh and a scoff
And I went to a crowded saloon
I hate sounds like metal on metal
They grate at the instinct of time
They cheapen the screams that we hear in our dreams
And hang on the flip of a dime
They take from our friends and they give us the bends
When we come up too fast from the deep
It’s time to grieve - I no longer believe
That truth only leads you to sleep
And selfishness hides in the corner
With Sandy and Lenny’s lament
But without some gratification
How could we ever repent?
Lenny and I have seen eye for an eye
And washed it all back with some beer
But Lenny and I didn’t think we should try
So we waited for peace to appear
But my body is so pessimistic
It doesn’t connect with my thoughts
It throws itself round in a neon bright crowd
Then lays out to dry on the rocks
It doesn’t know much about real life touch
It’s scared that it might leave a mark
But it yearns for the love where we fit like a glove
And it longs for your smile in the dark















Comments
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I wrote it sitting by a river with a coffee. Very dramatic and romanticist. Romanticist? big words? what? I dont like big words. theyre pretentious. aahhh there i go again, i cant stop
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and crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race. lost in time and lost in space, and in meaning.
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