Untitled – 8/7/03

Oh, makin her happy just makes me blue
like a rat in a sewer filled up with glue
Is there anything I can do to ease her mind?
Not if I’m satisfied with my life at this time

It’s like there’s a line for me to follow
When straying’s the same as crossing
If I lie down to think, I’m on both sides
breakin the rules, looking up at the coin I’m tossing

The one thing I’m missin
is just someone to come home with
A voice to hear what I have to say
To disappear an not be alone with
the things inside of the person I am today
I feel I need something to hold on to
A point of reference just to get the feeling through


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