I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd hear a rooster crow But there are none who live downtown And so the day starts out so slow
Today is another day. Wake up. Turn the alarm off. Sleep in far too long then panic as I race to work; breakfast and make-up in the car. Teach some. Eat some. Feed each of my 16 baby darlings. Make sure J is okay. Listen to W whine at me. Listen to H accuse me of telling him off for no reason -- I haven't said a word -- Receive some 57 new emails but only attend to a few; answer a few calls from International Division. Ignore the rest. Go home. Nap. Set up the laptop, work onward. Sleep at somepoint. Rinse. Repeat.
Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow Like ancient bruises
And here we are again. The deviant nature of evil men who are out there to have 'their turn'. I'd almost be reliving the sequence, only this time I woke up in a place I know with people who care. Then I wake up again; vomit on my clothing, daylight, outside. Car. A phone call... driven home. For the very first time. Attempted memory. Gone. Blank. Lost. Time lost. How much time lost? WTF happened? Why can't I remember? And why do I not have a hangover...?
I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below I wish I'd see a field below
Drink spiked. But who? why? how? WHY! Why forced?
I wish I'd see your face below I wish I'd hear you whispering low
So cold. Just want to be warm, and - forgive the gay - held. Tight. Eyes familiar. Tell me everything's going to be okay, baby. No more tears. Just thought. Stone; cold; thought. Haunting my every recollection of what, where, how, why, who...?
But you don't live downtown no more And everything must come and go
Wake up. Alone. Not my bed. Not my clothes. Not my underwear! Showered, warm, mango juice greets me as I pick up my phone. Messages. A knock at the door. Friendly voice. Clothes washed & dried, still warm from the dryer. Where did the day go?
Again the sun was never called And darkness spreads over the snow
Did anything happen...? Don't think so. Thank god Levis provided the product perfection I asked for earlier that day... "the tiniest pair of black jeans known to mankind..."
Like ancient bruises I'm awake and feel the ache But I wish I'd see a field below
Time repeats itself; sneaks up on you like cheap gstring on a hot day. Shock value; complete.
Attempted forgetfulness; failed. Video Footage: mortifying. Pixelated darkness etched in my mind.
Engraved with a shhhaaarrpppp scream of the metal as it's scraped away deeper and deeper and lengthier in the pitch high in decabel.
Paranoia... unbelievably uneventful. This is a good thing.
I'm awake and feel the ache ...I don't even know who he is.