1.1.94

We had written

We would sit down and start again

From the beginning

It was finally time to stop whining

And start doing anything, something

To make them believe we were living

And we kept on bleeding

Long after the signatures dried on the paper

I stole from Melissa's Macbeth

And oh how I needed so much to believe in it

Isn't it sick how I thought that I knew you to death?

How romantic

Ushering in the new year

With our childish antics

And now soon after

The gullible glimmer of hope

Turned to sarcastic laughter

And we were intelligent people with eyes in our heads

It's astonishing, is it?

I thought you were just plaing shy

Oh, quiet kind of guy

With with abandonment waiting behind every corner

A delicate sort of a loner

How lonely was I?

There is still time

We could still try

It's very difficult

When no one's there to catch you in the rye

You kept saying that the blackout were godsend

At least it made living worth hating

You kept taking the bad with the worst

Like some curse that your mother was making

Oh and isn't it funny years later?

We'd look at it broken and shaking our heads laughing

If we had known back then what trouble it would bring

To actually want to create something beautiful

Now we've turned into those pitiful people

Too scared to touch

And drinking way too much

Oh, it's typical isn't it?

Say it, you cynically asked for it

Didn't we ask for it?

Didn't we want to be lesser and lesser

And covered and down with it

Didn't it, didn't it, didn't it, no

There is still time

We could still try

But it's very difficult

When no one's there to catch you in the rye