I'll give your jacket back a little later now
It still smells like you
I keep my shower a little warmer now
It reminds me of you
I dream about you a little better now
Because I lost you

You never gave me what I wanted
I still fell for you
I finally know for certain now
I love you

Lie, say "Ah! the deception" but no, the love.
The over-interpreted becomes un-interpreted.
Your mind breathes over-complication.
Yet my mind deceives the same.
Modified by the touch of a woman,
Tamed by the love in her voice.
Who said a lie is what I am living?
Who said a lie is not worth living?
No, you lie, not I, she is mine, she is the good in me.
Deception has no credence here, nor the immorality of men.
All of mine is still hers, she is enough for me.
But will she share her complexity?
Will she practice her life with me?
You see my confounded solemnity.
My desire: to tell you you're the good in me.
My require: your uninterrupted service to me.

I carried you in my belly for your first nine months.
I carried you on my ******* for your next nine months.
I placed thousands of kisses on your little cheeks.
Would I not love you until my dying breath?

Ready for death -
A sharp gust of wind.

Now plucked and bare
Somewhere in the air
There's parachutes of life.

Falling freely to start all over
Baby lions are seeking cover

You're on a mission
A mission of misery
I can see you hurting but you won't admit
I can feel you want to but you won't let it
You don’t know how
You can't retry
Your heart is closed
You're an alibi
You were not there
You missed our moment
You looked away
You looked there to stay

Hesitantly he succumbed
Though he knew it unwise
In-laws and low-lifes combined
'A degenerate time better than
No time at all' convinced his mind
For he had nothing else to do

A reason none could find
Except abundant inopportunity
I say, there was nothing else to do

Over and over.
Again and again.
Until one damnable day
Death knocked at the door
'Hello sir, please come in
I have nothing else to do'

Now I know, nearly two years later
I won't forget till forgot is forever.
Reduced to a child within your presence
A mere adolescent without will or discretion.
But brought to tears not yet have I
yet crying incessantly inside I hide.
For what is a dream with no hint of reality?
What is a fight with no reason for hostility?
A waste of time and imagination, of blood
and courage, yet more aggravations.
Go tell a fighter in the midst of his rage,
educate a dreamer in the midst of his dream;
I am the dreamer in the middle of my life
in my conscious reality I rage I strive.
In my wakeless delusions I long for you,
in my futile reality I dream it's true.
Desperately drowning because drowning's my fate
hopelessly yearning because drowning's no fate.