Sacred Heart - Mark Eitzel
"Now I'm out walking on Saturday morning
without a direction, I'm a dime a dozen,
a worthless tourist - a walking target
with his eyes stuck on glue and paper
no roof to crawl under
but with a heart full of rain
a heart full of rain
Full as the clouds
my throwaway map should throw me away
and where does it take me
streets long since flooded
raindrops and heartbeats
though Noah doesn't want me
you won't let me drown
I don't need to see you
I just need to feel you
when we make love
feel you in the dark
feel you in the future
when we make love
Up in heaven do we make 'em burn up
or do they ignore us bigger fish to fry
waiting with the others at the Sacre Coeur
many different colors from all over the world
here in the City of Love
no one wants me here
but I remember
the sweet things we did together
when we made love
Saturday morning waiting with the others
listening to Messiaen waiting in the dark
at the sacre coeur the future doesn't matter
nothing lasts but the dark
where we feel love
track me down and I'll give you
my pomegranate heart my throwaway heart
track me down and stop me
I'm ripe enough for the terror
that lies at the center of my heart's desire
I'm always alone I'm always alone
I'm always alone I'm always alone
and I don't want to be always alone"
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so, yeah...
no body has really commented on my posts lately
that either means
i'm boring as hell
or no one cares
either way, it kinda sucks
so i think i'll run away for awhile
i plan on making a post next firday
maybe it'll be the only one till then?
maybe
then i'll have a two week break
being on the other side of the world does that
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cleaning out my Latin book, i found an old note
a short note
a note i got pissed over
i shouldn't have
i'm such an ass
i try to put the blame on others
yet it's always me it boils down to
so, again, let me say to you
i'm sorry
enjoy the bracelet (do you even still have it?)
it can be a reminder of me at my best
except, you probably never understood the bracelet
it wasn't a passed-off gift
it was a confession
but, enough of that...
old times lost
old times gone
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wanna hang out this summer?
matthewsharrison@gmail.com
howiekozelek
595-6553
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yeah, you don't care...
what's the use?
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