yoUr bLiSS
Bluelighter
i went searching for you today
a spontaneous adventure
fueled by a stoned curiosity
and a lazy sunday afternoon
i heard you still work there
in the produce department
promoted from seafood
god i hated that smell
memories of VONS
the crazy shit we did
oh to be 19 years old again
going to school
working part-time in the deli
and being with you
remember the catwalk?
watching other people shop
completely unaware of the naughtiness
occuring right above their heads
or the countless bowels smoked
in the freezers
not to mention other wild
unmentionable freezer antics
we were so bad together
we were so good together
we had no fears
no responsibilities
and no worries
you fit me well
physically well
that is
your hips seemed
custom tailored
to fit over mine
perfectly
yet mentally
you always wanted me to be
more like everyone else
i always wanted you to be
less like everyone else
you ended up finding your
blond "roxy" girl
and it wasn't me
after we broke up
you lingered for about a year
tapping on my window
at some ungodly hour
at least once a week
i always let you in
it gave me some
sick sort of satisfaction
that you cheated on
her
with
me
that would never happen now
i have changed a lot
my hair is black and
i am no longer insane
i despartely want you too see this
so yes
today i went searching
listening to sublime
and suicide machines
to fuel this fire
those cd's will always
scream your name
i pulled up
no trace of your car
i grabbed a red basket
and sashayed into the produce dept
no sign of you
somehow i managed to waste 15 minutes
examining produce
i wasted another 30 minutes
wandering aimlessly thru aisles
hawk eyes on red alert
for a skinny boy in a red hat
still no sign of you
dejectedly
i placed my basket down
leaving the token items behind
and left VONS
i walked out feeling
slightly silly
what was i thinking?
an emotional reunion
in my head
and uncomfortable conversation
in reality
who knows?
but somehow
i am convinced
that the selection at your VONS
is much better
then the one across the street
that i usually walk too
i have to run into you eventually....
a spontaneous adventure
fueled by a stoned curiosity
and a lazy sunday afternoon
i heard you still work there
in the produce department
promoted from seafood
god i hated that smell
memories of VONS
the crazy shit we did
oh to be 19 years old again
going to school
working part-time in the deli
and being with you
remember the catwalk?
watching other people shop
completely unaware of the naughtiness
occuring right above their heads
or the countless bowels smoked
in the freezers
not to mention other wild
unmentionable freezer antics
we were so bad together
we were so good together
we had no fears
no responsibilities
and no worries
you fit me well
physically well
that is
your hips seemed
custom tailored
to fit over mine
perfectly
yet mentally
you always wanted me to be
more like everyone else
i always wanted you to be
less like everyone else
you ended up finding your
blond "roxy" girl
and it wasn't me
after we broke up
you lingered for about a year
tapping on my window
at some ungodly hour
at least once a week
i always let you in
it gave me some
sick sort of satisfaction
that you cheated on
her
with
me
that would never happen now
i have changed a lot
my hair is black and
i am no longer insane
i despartely want you too see this
so yes
today i went searching
listening to sublime
and suicide machines
to fuel this fire
those cd's will always
scream your name
i pulled up
no trace of your car
i grabbed a red basket
and sashayed into the produce dept
no sign of you
somehow i managed to waste 15 minutes
examining produce
i wasted another 30 minutes
wandering aimlessly thru aisles
hawk eyes on red alert
for a skinny boy in a red hat
still no sign of you
dejectedly
i placed my basket down
leaving the token items behind
and left VONS
i walked out feeling
slightly silly
what was i thinking?
an emotional reunion
in my head
and uncomfortable conversation
in reality
who knows?
but somehow
i am convinced
that the selection at your VONS
is much better
then the one across the street
that i usually walk too
i have to run into you eventually....
