i've taken too many times before
you twist it around a song
you twist it around a song.
under all these daydreams that turn to nightdreams & the longing, lusting for a scent of places, people, bottles. you fill me up but leave me empty & it's everything but the feeling of sorry. at times when i'm dry, spent & wanting to be taken there's only the heartbeat that makes a path across the floor & i pause to dance at the bus stop you've never been to & i get sadsorrycold all over again. i wrote you a letter the day before... the night before i can remember, but when you'll pick it up & read it i neverever know. in the thousand lives i've lived before i've never read a book as meaningful as you & it's just that feeling which makes me blue before the curtains realise they're only beige. written or forgotten but if you ever cut me up & let me fall & fooled me right back into believing you...
drown while you're happy
it makes up for the feeling
that you might want to linger.
((i keep dreaming that you'll notice me))