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no strings attached
it's funny how that saying seems to last
no strings attached
i used to think my head was filled with cobwebs
that you were wrong
that there is no light behind these green eyes
that it's empty space
that it's dead
but, as days grow
and nights pass
and my body becomes less patient with me
and i run around as if i'm real young
and my disease speaks through me
'no strings attached'
it isn't quite as funny anymore
that this saying is still seeming to last
no strings attached
so i rub my eyes as hard as they will let me
and open them wide
to stare into the mirror
to see right to the other side?
of my mind?
no
and i sigh
it seems so cluttered in there
maybe it's time to dust?
i make myself laugh sometimes
a knock upon the door
oh, great it's you
i think
as i let out another even deeper sigh
'hey green eyes!'
you say to me
and continue to tease
'G-d, you could blind a deer in headlights with that pair'
a true sarcastic sinicial laugh breaks through my teeth
and i glance back at the reflective glass
you put your arms around me and point out to me the light
that's hidden behind the 'hostility'
i shake you off of me
and you click off the lights
'oh, stop'
i tell you
'not tonight'
it's still fairly visible in here
it's almost bright?
i study my eyes in the mirror
and yeah
you were right
i could see a soft glow
looking closer and closer
my nose is up against the glass
and i am amazed
there are all these little people
all these little situations
all these little old big days
hanging by threads
hanging from the center of my brain
you point to the right
and i see the thread beginning to twist with each other
'wow' i say
'you can't even see where some threads start and end just where they attach'
you smiled wide
and covered my eyes
and whispered
'no strings attached'
it's funny how that saying seems to last
no strings attached
i used to think my head was filled with cobwebs
that you were wrong
that there is no light behind these green eyes
that it's empty space
that it's dead
but, as days grow
and nights pass
and my body becomes less patient with me
and i run around as if i'm real young
and my disease speaks through me
'no strings attached'
it isn't quite as funny anymore
that this saying is still seeming to last
no strings attached
so i rub my eyes as hard as they will let me
and open them wide
to stare into the mirror
to see right to the other side?
of my mind?
no
and i sigh
it seems so cluttered in there
maybe it's time to dust?
i make myself laugh sometimes
a knock upon the door
oh, great it's you
i think
as i let out another even deeper sigh
'hey green eyes!'
you say to me
and continue to tease
'G-d, you could blind a deer in headlights with that pair'
a true sarcastic sinicial laugh breaks through my teeth
and i glance back at the reflective glass
you put your arms around me and point out to me the light
that's hidden behind the 'hostility'
i shake you off of me
and you click off the lights
'oh, stop'
i tell you
'not tonight'
it's still fairly visible in here
it's almost bright?
i study my eyes in the mirror
and yeah
you were right
i could see a soft glow
looking closer and closer
my nose is up against the glass
and i am amazed
there are all these little people
all these little situations
all these little old big days
hanging by threads
hanging from the center of my brain
you point to the right
and i see the thread beginning to twist with each other
'wow' i say
'you can't even see where some threads start and end just where they attach'
you smiled wide
and covered my eyes
and whispered
'no strings attached'