the first sunday.
it's early summer again, i've spent too many days, a fistful
feeling some dumb conundrum of inner peace yet being wistful
i let too many sins weigh down on my back, let all the lists
of reasons to get pissed, cloud my vision as they pile and stack.
i submerge just a little deeper, i stray to the left
i blister and peel, and dine on the surreal
just so he can say one more stinging word
while fading into my memories as the one who was absurd
only he and i will really know what occured
and maybe just me, his vision was always blurred.
someone once told me i treasured love too much,
and that poison filled me up, i flinched at every touch
until the day that hell made me numb, broke me down
made me succumb to what i never wanted to become.
the desensitizing of mi corozan
made me treat amor like a courtesan
only no profits were made, my guess was they were lost
but last night i dreamt of you and remembered
the infinite power and zero denomoniation love should really cost.
though i cannot find you now, and maybe i never really did then,
maybe you're still out there, blue eyes and brazen soul
dreaming of me, in early june, and whispering
"it's never too late to still climb from out of that hole."
[though i hate to promise, here is a promise overdue
i will dig til i am free, then it's off to find you]
feeling some dumb conundrum of inner peace yet being wistful
i let too many sins weigh down on my back, let all the lists
of reasons to get pissed, cloud my vision as they pile and stack.
i submerge just a little deeper, i stray to the left
i blister and peel, and dine on the surreal
just so he can say one more stinging word
while fading into my memories as the one who was absurd
only he and i will really know what occured
and maybe just me, his vision was always blurred.
someone once told me i treasured love too much,
and that poison filled me up, i flinched at every touch
until the day that hell made me numb, broke me down
made me succumb to what i never wanted to become.
the desensitizing of mi corozan
made me treat amor like a courtesan
only no profits were made, my guess was they were lost
but last night i dreamt of you and remembered
the infinite power and zero denomoniation love should really cost.
though i cannot find you now, and maybe i never really did then,
maybe you're still out there, blue eyes and brazen soul
dreaming of me, in early june, and whispering
"it's never too late to still climb from out of that hole."
[though i hate to promise, here is a promise overdue
i will dig til i am free, then it's off to find you]