09-24-2016, 04:40 AM
Why Won't The Intermittent Scream Belong To Her?
I'm the difference
ain't we all just a little bit like that
inside this and outside something else
care until we don't anymore
couldn't if we tried
and she will never be Buffy
or a Swordsman II kung fu junky
it all got jumbled up inside her head
she couldn't remember if she might have loved me
at one time or another
or if
—he was always a drunk stealing smokes off me
I lean over to kiss her
she pulls away
and I cry a little bit inside
but she doesn't see and I'm not telling
I pick the rubbish off the floor and light it up
with me inside myself again
but slightly out the box I was in before I met her
I can only remember seeing her for a second
and what has happened since has happened
fourths and fifths
nothing can change that
nothing died
and what really goes on in here can only be pointed at
and nothing lived there either
so I try pushing some difference on Jumpy-Jack-Self-Murderer
and his nameless friend
and tell them we're the ones that remember
and Clair just forgot
it took a few shocks to remind her
but I don't believe a word
'cos the ground is just space filled up
and I'm lost in the disappointingly lukewarm cell
at Gravesend Police Station looking for some spark of God
in the profane etchings on the iron door
with two white pills and two yellow pills for company.
I'm the difference
ain't we all just a little bit like that
inside this and outside something else
care until we don't anymore
couldn't if we tried
and she will never be Buffy
or a Swordsman II kung fu junky
it all got jumbled up inside her head
she couldn't remember if she might have loved me
at one time or another
or if
—he was always a drunk stealing smokes off me
I lean over to kiss her
she pulls away
and I cry a little bit inside
but she doesn't see and I'm not telling
I pick the rubbish off the floor and light it up
with me inside myself again
but slightly out the box I was in before I met her
I can only remember seeing her for a second
and what has happened since has happened
fourths and fifths
nothing can change that
nothing died
and what really goes on in here can only be pointed at
and nothing lived there either
so I try pushing some difference on Jumpy-Jack-Self-Murderer
and his nameless friend
and tell them we're the ones that remember
and Clair just forgot
it took a few shocks to remind her
but I don't believe a word
'cos the ground is just space filled up
and I'm lost in the disappointingly lukewarm cell
at Gravesend Police Station looking for some spark of God
in the profane etchings on the iron door
with two white pills and two yellow pills for company.