May 5, 1998
If I’d just feel
Like a million bucks
Instead of feeling like two
It’s just the way
This evening went
Boy - I really wanted you
So I’ll write
And I’ll scribble
Instead of getting dribble
On my chin from you
I tried to rationalize
About how I feel tonight
But I'll probably try to end my life
Once again
Today was a day
That I wanted to feel you
But I settled for inebriation
Laying on a bed
Which isn’t even mine
These sheets were on sale
At some mart or another
I never even thought
They’d feel the skin of my lover
I remember the day
I bought them
I really wanted the white
280 thread count
But settled for
What my bank account
Would permit
(so I wouldn’t have to listen
to his penny-pinching bitching)
I will buy those sheets one day
So I can lay
In them with you, boy
While your vintage fan
Is blowing
And I'm doing the same
With my lips molding over you
After we bite and suck and pinch
And scar our own flesh
We’ll just sleep in the cotton
While parts of you
Dry to a crust on my belly
And back
And the other places it landed
Dreams have a way of
Not coming true
His hazel eyes
Appear brown or green
But I only see your blue
When it’s just me and you
I loose my senses
And collect
The ticks of time sequences
It makes a day
Feel like a second
But I’m falling asleep now
And I wish it were with you, boy
So tonight I’ll love myself instead
If those batteries aren’t dead
Still sleeping on these cheap sheets
I should have bought the best ones
But instead I saved my money
For another lover
Because I thought of practicality
But should have thought of fallacy
Not knowing you'd be finding me
But that’s what I get
For saving a buck
Sleeping on very cheap sheets
With a very cheap fuck
If I’d just feel
Like a million bucks
Instead of feeling like two
It’s just the way
This evening went
Boy - I really wanted you
So I’ll write
And I’ll scribble
Instead of getting dribble
On my chin from you
I tried to rationalize
About how I feel tonight
But I'll probably try to end my life
Once again
Today was a day
That I wanted to feel you
But I settled for inebriation
Laying on a bed
Which isn’t even mine
These sheets were on sale
At some mart or another
I never even thought
They’d feel the skin of my lover
I remember the day
I bought them
I really wanted the white
280 thread count
But settled for
What my bank account
Would permit
(so I wouldn’t have to listen
to his penny-pinching bitching)
I will buy those sheets one day
So I can lay
In them with you, boy
While your vintage fan
Is blowing
And I'm doing the same
With my lips molding over you
After we bite and suck and pinch
And scar our own flesh
We’ll just sleep in the cotton
While parts of you
Dry to a crust on my belly
And back
And the other places it landed
Dreams have a way of
Not coming true
His hazel eyes
Appear brown or green
But I only see your blue
When it’s just me and you
I loose my senses
And collect
The ticks of time sequences
It makes a day
Feel like a second
But I’m falling asleep now
And I wish it were with you, boy
So tonight I’ll love myself instead
If those batteries aren’t dead
Still sleeping on these cheap sheets
I should have bought the best ones
But instead I saved my money
For another lover
Because I thought of practicality
But should have thought of fallacy
Not knowing you'd be finding me
But that’s what I get
For saving a buck
Sleeping on very cheap sheets
With a very cheap fuck