oh life

[ghunter]

my mommy used to tuck me in;
i miss her gentle touch.
i loved the smell of mother's skin;
i liked it very much.
but not as much as i should like
to touch ironic sky.
my thoughts are so intelligent,
it's like i'm always high.
but, you know, i pass on grass.
i say NO WAY to drugs.
i'm always right on time for class;
i'm susceptible to hugs.
i like to talk with style 'n flair,
and surround myself with friends.
you comment on my savoir-faire;
i comment on "the bends."
that's radiohead, if you don't know;
i'd be happy to explain.
"no," you say? "another time"?
okay, i'll hide my pain.
but i'm the one who's riding high
on knowledge, dear, and life;
i ride the tide of fears and sigh
"i'm looking for my wife."
someday, i think, i'll find her yet--
her stare as cold as ice--
her teardrops mixing with my sweat--
her sweater very nice.

here is a picture of me.
http://www.alen-clothes.co.uk/fancy/tinkerbell.jpg

lindsey, why do you do the things you do?
i love you lindsey.