lundi, mai 29, 2006

heady as a loon or loss in three bm's

i'm not even gonna say "i don't know why i get like this down here" 'cause i could know:

i think most of mine think i'm in touch with my feeling but i keep it as far away as warmth
hold tight to the chill
and the fear
i can't say that i'm all that loving
i'm a bout a mile and half from the sun
and look nothing like it
i'm not even gonna say "i'll try"
i don't want to keep gettin' ready
hope don't float that far

nota bene: i ain't trying to be coherent.