Something so benign for construed as cruelty. Such a difference between who I am and who you see. . Conclusions you come to of me routinely incorrect.
I'm lookin' for someone who can made me feel. A serious love like juliet's is real. A little impulsive and a boy at heart. A little bit shy but he'll be oh so smart.
Sarah's only 10 and she's attracted to older men. And they seem to like her back. But she's intelligence. Billy's a football star. And he drives around in his muscle car.
[Chorus:]. Oh, Please. Fate stay with me, and guide me along my way. There has been so many problems. So please stay, please, stay. Fate stay with me, will you help me on my way.
I am the harm that you inflict. I am your brilliance and frustration. I'm the nuclear bombs if they 're to hit. I am your immaturity and your indignance.
I won't see my dear friends as much. Male friends especially, I'll no longer be in touch. I'll change my hobbies to match yours. . I'll stop reading my favorite books.
I could be daydreaming but for a moment. And somehow they're creeping back in. I could be sleeping awakened the torrent. Somehow I get caught in their grips again.
Dave :. Spoon in spoon. Stirring my coffee. I thought of you. And turned to the gate. And on my way came. Up with the answers. I scratched my head. And the answers were gone.
For hearing all my doubts so selectively. For continuing my numbing relentlessly. For helping you and myself, not even considering. For beating myself up and over functioning.
You from New York you are so relevant. You reduce me to cosmic tears. Luminous more so then most anyone. Unapologetically alive knot in my stomach. And lump in my throat.
Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly. One small sideways look and I feel so ungood. Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make.
Deadlines, and meetings. And contracts all breached. D-days and structure. Responsibility. . Have to's and need to's. And get to's by three. Dinner then flowers.
I pray for peace. They require me to kick into high gear. We may as well have our Phd's. Might we compose was never taken into account. . I pray they let out or talk it out.
You've been my golden best friend. Now with post - demise at hand. Can't go to you for consolation. 'Cause we're off limits during this transition. . This grief overwhelms me.
You and me we're cut from the same cloth. It seems to some we famously get along. But you and me are strangers to each other. 'Cause you and me: competitive to the bone.
We play the game with determination. We don't give a dam 'bout our reputation baby. It's not a game, it's a revelation. Step inside the real world. The real world...yeah yeah yeah...the real world...yeah....
I've held you up like a deity. like you're the sole owner of wings. this unrequited tunnel vision. and I wonder why I've not been writing. . don't disturb me in this state.
I must be two lips. I must be your sleep. I must be blinded. Keep it a question. Keep it a question. Keep it a question. . I must be spoiled. I must be behind.
It was the night Rod Stewart played. And we were, were standing in the pouring rain. If I had known it was the last time I would see you again.... I would change everything....
These lyrics are the same as Purgatorying. 1, 2 and 3 are the same as the whole. Purgatorying. Except in those parts they are just cut up into pieces. There are.