If I could put you in a frame I'd draw you smiling. With a cigarette in your mouth. And your hands reaching out for something. If I could, if I could wear all your clothes I'd still be different.
In a dark well. Late at night. Children crying. They've lost their kite. They're left with nothing but. . Giant lizards. Eating deer. Growing appetite.
I am everything I want to be. With your loving face in front of me. With your eyes that hum the perfect song. To go on long after I am gone. . When I lay beside you.
He was not so tall and rather fat. Had a Labrador and a limping cat. Born in a country with a broken heart. Had enough money and a credit card. Told bedtime stories to his teddy bear.
Go on my love. I know you must go. But if there were a way. I would keep you home. . You'll fight for the tears. In the eyes of our child. As she stares at the hands.
I will walk away from you. Don't stop me. I will walk away from you. Don't blame me. . I have felt the ugly midget kicking on my knee. I have seen the ugly midget walking over me.
I hold it, I fold it. I throw it on the floor. I wrote it, maybe I'm afraid. That you'll be bored. . It's very real and true and sad. And hopeful just like me.
There's a chair in my head. On which I used to sit. Took a pencil and I wrote. The following on it. . Now there's a key. Where my wonderful mouth used to be.
Cracked this morning worst and weak. Tears roll down from inside my cheek. Strange timing opportunity knocks. Sun comes up, paradox. . Take the whole part out this wine.
There's a reason, so well hidden. Why I was torn apart from you. Like a song I've never written. Like a joke without a clue. No, I don't want to close my eyes and think of you.
Too many happy faces, I wonder what that means. Are you personally offended by an iron on your jeans. Too many happy faces, is that more than you can bear.
I'm waiting for the bus to come. I'm lying on a bench. Thinking of a book I read. And wondering what it meant. . I hear footsteps coming closer. It's an ordinary man.
Show me where you found your faith. And does it help you sleep at night. I am not that complicated. I just need some time. . Because it doesn't feel right.
There must be something more I can buy in the store. And I can not ignore the resemblance. With a tune I have heard in a dream that referred. To a beautiful world in which everyone wears maroon.
Paul studied a lot, at least he pretended to. He had too much on his mind. It was too small. To see the beauty of it all. . Lea loved him a lot at least she pretended to.
In your dreams, in your bed. In everyone and in your head. On the wall, it ain't white. In every letter that you write. . In the way people talk. In the shape of stones and rocks.
There's something about this day. That feels a lot like yesterday. Everything looks the same, the wall, the TV set. The way I move around myself to be.
When your pubic hair's on fire, something's wrong. When you think you're the Messiah, something's wrong. You mistake a plane for Venus, something's wrong.
Hey, Stranger. Would you come in through my door. If not now I'll leave it ajar. And then maybe you could come back. I'll be waiting here for you. I'll be hoping here for you.
Any time tomorrow I will lie and say I'm fine. I'll say yes when I mean no. And any time tomorrow the sun will cease to shine. There's a shadowman who told me so.