stream of consciousness.

May 28, 2008 04:21

Driving home again, it's 10:15
I'm not quite sure what lastnight meant to me
but I'm slipping through streets and sliding through lights
in your car, cause you're still drunk from lastnight.
beautiful beautiful evening,
though you shy away from your habitual feedings.
Not that that's a bad thing, love, no that's not a bad thing

No, I'm not sure what's goin' on, but it sure makes me smile,
I don't think I should be there, but it sure makes me smile.

I'm alive today, and that's what seems to matter,
I know what's important in life, and that's a fact dear.
I won't fuck it up, I won't fuck you up... and anyway, I'm shy.
beautiful beautiful evening.
You think when this ends, that this will end
But you're out of your mind love, I'm far too deep in.

No, I'm not sure what's goin' on, but it sure makes me smile,
I don't think I should be there, but it sure makes me smile.

Ingrid, Damien, Owen, they'll keep us up and company,
But you haven't heard my most recent of poetry,
I know you love it, that's a blessed problem... a damned blessed problem.

You've got bright eyes tonight, which has been distant for nights...
I missed this, it's been such a short time since,
but two days are eternity, for you and me.

I don't understand...I fucking don't understand.

Now I'm across from you, and everything's fantastically cool...
and I'm so happy again...I'm lying, and I'm honest, and I'm perfect, and I'm so faulted, and I think I saw something slip in front of my car, I slam the brakes, my car screeches out in pain, and I'm done.
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