Never knowing just what you have, love Could have (should've) been us... or maybe just me But we'll see through tide and shore, But when we sail in with flags shoal-masted Even the ITC cant prove anyone living still rides with me.
To recognize our shared demise... Could we - embitter expectations ? Are they better than you? Are they any better than me?
They... need (songs to keep the weary alert at sea) They need to be better than we.
In all my songs and all my stories I told the crowd how "she" might end with me Or maybe end me
But are These just dreams That still Let her hurt me Do I will let her hurt me
But no Whisper you're safe You own your memr'y, mind and choice or cost to your faith Mystical and whimsy Or are we my enemy Maybe me
Time is a convenient tragedy And I play witness to this evening's mystery Inconvenient but always complicit company. We were never meant to be
We, Me. You. I... half drunk, half hallucinating, half angry - Who can I blame for not being me?
All the same but I maybe somebody.
We were never meant to be recognizable never meant to be anybody you can acclaim on the most current, convenient, complicity capitulated captivation of cognitive, but captured and categorized component of your human experience...
Now I'm Someone you cant recognize Me But now I'm now Almost 40 And its always just been us.
(I'm 3 years to 41 who should I have become)
And what do I have to show a body left too long in the undertow This decomposing This wreckage left of me
If in the last breaths I breathe My history comes haunting me There are 8 women I thought could love me
Yet today I can still recall the first Her name like silver dripping onto silk How her voice burned in through memories And she's still here with me I rode my bike by your house
And the second, like every second after I painted you inside my head
The rest of this story, and I am sorry will drive you into a never ending loop of pity and tragedy and only one of us gets out alive...
We'll see if you can find any reference of me in three years.