I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
through my rear view mirror drops of water swirl in patterns off the back window
left passing lane, going 85
from the speakers, noise emanates and meets my ears and i compare
your words, your cries, with the voice on the airwaves
your eyes tell me everything
my eyes have nothing to say to you this time
about this thing
this unbearable lack of desire, paired with the lack of sun
and I'm miserable here trying to explain to you
the lack of everything necessary to want to be with you
i'm not saying I want this to be done
I'm not saying I want you to be gone
Where do you think you're going to run
when its all in your heart, in your head
externally i am here impermanently we are here
but what do you have when you don't know who you are?
Nothing.
left passing lane, going 85
from the speakers, noise emanates and meets my ears and i compare
your words, your cries, with the voice on the airwaves
your eyes tell me everything
my eyes have nothing to say to you this time
about this thing
this unbearable lack of desire, paired with the lack of sun
and I'm miserable here trying to explain to you
the lack of everything necessary to want to be with you
i'm not saying I want this to be done
I'm not saying I want you to be gone
Where do you think you're going to run
when its all in your heart, in your head
externally i am here impermanently we are here
but what do you have when you don't know who you are?
Nothing.