Are you a narcissist, I think I'd love you anyway And I've had my truck with one before you came my way And she goddamned broke my heart with her remarks And I lived for two months in the complete dark With no hope of light But I said that it's alright Because she is out of my life Now I just want to be his wife And I see the familiar pattern Like I am coming at him When I just say how I feel And I wonder if this is real Because I'm just sitting by his side With no way to hide Anything that is inside And I hear in the years that have moved on His memory of me is almost gone And that he has got a girl At least he tells me that in his world I am shy of the ceiling And there's no way he can be dealing With my kind of shit But I just keep talking it Though I fail to say the words I mean You are my fucking dream You are my love and my heart And I just want to take part In your life Does lightning strike twice? Or does love just make the ground A place that can hold the sound Of the thunder as it rolls Something entwines our two souls
He wants to mean something to me But he was just a dream that never got to be And now he self flagellates That he never took the girl on dates And he makes do with what he has But most of the time he just feels bad That he settled for Someone he could never adore Only ever be useful to And she’d skull the devil to get to you Because you’ve got that verdant green And arches her back the way it had never been Before And the shore May be a more sunny shade of grey But you and I were never that way So I take the bull by the horns But something warns Me to just let it go He’s not what you think, you know And he rained bloody blue hell On the summer of wishing me well And I don’t know if he can tell But when I fell I fell hard And let the bard Inside of me run loose But she has run out of juice And gets by on mere gasoline I wonder does she ever scream When you make her high I wonder does she feel you When you wanna die Like I do I’m miles away and the needle pulls through On another thread I don’t want to be witness to someone else’s bed But I feel it all And I forestall The grief For mere belief In who I am to be You won’t make a whore out of me
The Poetry Book 