I’ve overdosed on those little blue pills again
I’ve always kept them for I knew I might need them for a day like today
Knowing that I don’t really want to die, but it seems better than yesterday
I think I was born to meet you
Greet you in the morning, and kiss you in the night
Sipping from the lipstick stained can
Drinking to get high and smokin to get drunk
I think I should have thought about that before I called you last night
Making me steal those blue socks
Just to make sure you’re happy
Popping one more pill
Underestimating the power of sorrow
Knowing you know me too
Sinking into the sand only left crying your name
I guess it’s the irony of reality
Knowing to well that you don’t really know me
You shaking your perfect little body, and brushing your perfect hair
Even if I were older, I’d still lay the same way, and kiss you with the same old passion
You should know by now that my love doesn’t compare to your money, and my thoughts don’t compare to your intuition
Singing to myself, trying to improve…that raspy voice of mine
The one you say you can’t get enough of
I find it funny that you can love her, but you can’t even after me
I’ve been painting this picture for 2 years now, and it’s still just a white canvas with little yellow flecks of distortion
Lying down on that cold basement floor, holding myself fantasizing that it’s you
I think you know that it’s not just love
It’s a deep inter connection of thoughts and feelings
But you say it’s just a lie, but I hear the in your voice when you say goodbye
There’s more to it than that
You’ve learned how to play that damn guitar
Only playing to get away
You say they aren’t any repressed feelings, and therapy isn’t even a thought
Are you sure?
Section 1 Paragraph 9, Sentence 12
It’s those damned rules that drive me….
Drive me to rebel and push you harder to see
That’s not it
You’re the ultimate s’ dream
Or am I blinded by the gleam in your eye?
Seeing that flame that you emit in the darkness of the day
In this lonely dream of mine
I’m imagining you here
Oh one more thing to get me beat
One more connection for me to defeat
The night’s over
But I won’t let us be
I should be walking away now, but I can’t bring myself to let go
My body’s tangled in your web, and I don’t want to find a way out
Being here it’s just right
We promised that it wouldn’t be like this
I depend on you my dear
Don’t you see?
Without I feel nothing
Dependency on such the unpredictable and imperfect
Making my heart shudder
I’ve been staring at this white screen for 2 days straight
Not even to get up
Pee…to bad…..Eat…to bad….anything….to bad
You’re nibbling and sucking on my neck like a newborn child
Feels so great, yet so wrong
Doesn’t she know?
The love you have for me?
My foot’s asleep, and my heads starting to droop
My vision is going pink, and my fingers are black
I’ve known those blue pills would do me good
Wallowing in your arms
Your try to wake me from this state of
We can be this way
But we won’t let it be
Looking into your eyes, and saying those things I never did before
You know its real now
Seeing page 2
It’s a shame
That I you and I can’t feel…
We can’t feel the stroking of each other’s body
No feeling to the tender kisses we share
Not even a feeling when grope my virgin skin
You’ll see me again
I promise you’ll hear me again
Let’s just promise that we will feel each other again....
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[This message has been edited by xDymnd9x (edited 09 February 2001).]
I’ve always kept them for I knew I might need them for a day like today
Knowing that I don’t really want to die, but it seems better than yesterday
I think I was born to meet you
Greet you in the morning, and kiss you in the night
Sipping from the lipstick stained can
Drinking to get high and smokin to get drunk
I think I should have thought about that before I called you last night
Making me steal those blue socks
Just to make sure you’re happy
Popping one more pill
Underestimating the power of sorrow
Knowing you know me too
Sinking into the sand only left crying your name
I guess it’s the irony of reality
Knowing to well that you don’t really know me
You shaking your perfect little body, and brushing your perfect hair
Even if I were older, I’d still lay the same way, and kiss you with the same old passion
You should know by now that my love doesn’t compare to your money, and my thoughts don’t compare to your intuition
Singing to myself, trying to improve…that raspy voice of mine
The one you say you can’t get enough of
I find it funny that you can love her, but you can’t even after me
I’ve been painting this picture for 2 years now, and it’s still just a white canvas with little yellow flecks of distortion
Lying down on that cold basement floor, holding myself fantasizing that it’s you
I think you know that it’s not just love
It’s a deep inter connection of thoughts and feelings
But you say it’s just a lie, but I hear the in your voice when you say goodbye
There’s more to it than that
You’ve learned how to play that damn guitar
Only playing to get away
You say they aren’t any repressed feelings, and therapy isn’t even a thought
Are you sure?
Section 1 Paragraph 9, Sentence 12
It’s those damned rules that drive me….
Drive me to rebel and push you harder to see
That’s not it
You’re the ultimate s’ dream
Or am I blinded by the gleam in your eye?
Seeing that flame that you emit in the darkness of the day
In this lonely dream of mine
I’m imagining you here
Oh one more thing to get me beat
One more connection for me to defeat
The night’s over
But I won’t let us be
I should be walking away now, but I can’t bring myself to let go
My body’s tangled in your web, and I don’t want to find a way out
Being here it’s just right
We promised that it wouldn’t be like this
I depend on you my dear
Don’t you see?
Without I feel nothing
Dependency on such the unpredictable and imperfect
Making my heart shudder
I’ve been staring at this white screen for 2 days straight
Not even to get up
Pee…to bad…..Eat…to bad….anything….to bad
You’re nibbling and sucking on my neck like a newborn child
Feels so great, yet so wrong
Doesn’t she know?
The love you have for me?
My foot’s asleep, and my heads starting to droop
My vision is going pink, and my fingers are black
I’ve known those blue pills would do me good
Wallowing in your arms
Your try to wake me from this state of
We can be this way
But we won’t let it be
Looking into your eyes, and saying those things I never did before
You know its real now
Seeing page 2
It’s a shame
That I you and I can’t feel…
We can’t feel the stroking of each other’s body
No feeling to the tender kisses we share
Not even a feeling when grope my virgin skin
You’ll see me again
I promise you’ll hear me again
Let’s just promise that we will feel each other again....
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[This message has been edited by xDymnd9x (edited 09 February 2001).]
