X X X's.
I can only imagine what you're thinking
When you write your sultry words
Words laced with mathematics equations
And the sort of boring
That is so rarely found these days
But you have no idea
Filtering around in your to-do's
Brushing it all off with simple goodbyes
There never was such a lover as you
Never so fine a gentleman as what you pretend
Your up and down ragged looks
With beards popping up on all sides
Your staggering exaggeration taking hold
Gripping like an exasperated lunatic
Drunk from your morning shake
It's too bad you're a splurge
I want to soak you and drink you up
But in the end I am left with a foul taste in my mouth
And you, you're no one to blame
And me, well, it's not my fault you're so suave
I can pull you apart in rigid frames
Break you in pieces, put you back together
And drop you dutifully in a glass case
Keeping you there in images
Forcing you to be a photograph
To depict a moment we couldn't make last
At least we have our pictures...
I can't imagine what we'd be like without them
How dim sooted and out of place we'd seem
Retracing the memories in our heads
Determined to make them last
Now all I do is pull out a 4 x 6
And voila! There it is
Magic.
Magic.
I find you normal enough
Normal less if you'd step away from my mind when I sleep
I wake up with memories of you
2, 4, 6, 8
Nights in a row and I can't shake you
Not yet
What are you demanding that I be?
That like an animal you can't stick to one
That like a lemur it is all so public
I can't remember a time before I dreamed of you
A time before you forced yourself between ear ways
And niched yourself a sweet little home between lobes
You are not an intruder, but not a local just yet
Taking sweet time understanding why
I'm purposeful in all my lies
They start with a list
Something like 8 if not 6
And although I'm tired of it all
I put up with it
Because what else can you do
When there's x x x's in your brain
And they're fighting with you?
When you write your sultry words
Words laced with mathematics equations
And the sort of boring
That is so rarely found these days
But you have no idea
Filtering around in your to-do's
Brushing it all off with simple goodbyes
There never was such a lover as you
Never so fine a gentleman as what you pretend
Your up and down ragged looks
With beards popping up on all sides
Your staggering exaggeration taking hold
Gripping like an exasperated lunatic
Drunk from your morning shake
It's too bad you're a splurge
I want to soak you and drink you up
But in the end I am left with a foul taste in my mouth
And you, you're no one to blame
And me, well, it's not my fault you're so suave
I can pull you apart in rigid frames
Break you in pieces, put you back together
And drop you dutifully in a glass case
Keeping you there in images
Forcing you to be a photograph
To depict a moment we couldn't make last
At least we have our pictures...
I can't imagine what we'd be like without them
How dim sooted and out of place we'd seem
Retracing the memories in our heads
Determined to make them last
Now all I do is pull out a 4 x 6
And voila! There it is
Magic.
Magic.
I find you normal enough
Normal less if you'd step away from my mind when I sleep
I wake up with memories of you
2, 4, 6, 8
Nights in a row and I can't shake you
Not yet
What are you demanding that I be?
That like an animal you can't stick to one
That like a lemur it is all so public
I can't remember a time before I dreamed of you
A time before you forced yourself between ear ways
And niched yourself a sweet little home between lobes
You are not an intruder, but not a local just yet
Taking sweet time understanding why
I'm purposeful in all my lies
They start with a list
Something like 8 if not 6
And although I'm tired of it all
I put up with it
Because what else can you do
When there's x x x's in your brain
And they're fighting with you?