Not_Trapped
10-26-2003, 11:10 PM
she said to me over the phone
she wanted to see other people
i thought
well then look around
they're everywhere
she said that she was confused
i thought "darlin join the club"
24 years old midlife crisis
nowadays hits you when you're young
i hung up she called back i hung up again
the process had already started
at least it happened quick
i swear i died inside that night
my friend he called i didnt mention a thing
the last thing he said was "be sound" be sound
i contemplated an awful thing i hate to admit
i just thought those would be such appropriate last words
but i'm still here
small
so small
how could this trouble seem so big
so big
will the palms in the breeze still blow green
the waves in the sea still absolute blue
but the horror every single thing i see is a reminder of her
never thought i'd curse the day i met her
since she's gone and wouldnt hear who would care
what good would that do
but i'm still here
so i imagine in a month or twelve i'll be somewhere
having a drink laughing at a stupid joke or just another stupid thing
and i can see myself stopping short
drifing out of the present
sucked in by the undertow and pulled out deep
and there i am standing
wet grass and white headstones all in rows
and in the distance there's one
off on its own
i stop and kneel
my new home
and i picture a sober awakening
a re-entry into this little bar scene
sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
order another round
and that's it for now
sorry
never been too good at happy endings
--untitled--
thanks, ed
--dominic--
if there are any mistakes...sorry...
she wanted to see other people
i thought
well then look around
they're everywhere
she said that she was confused
i thought "darlin join the club"
24 years old midlife crisis
nowadays hits you when you're young
i hung up she called back i hung up again
the process had already started
at least it happened quick
i swear i died inside that night
my friend he called i didnt mention a thing
the last thing he said was "be sound" be sound
i contemplated an awful thing i hate to admit
i just thought those would be such appropriate last words
but i'm still here
small
so small
how could this trouble seem so big
so big
will the palms in the breeze still blow green
the waves in the sea still absolute blue
but the horror every single thing i see is a reminder of her
never thought i'd curse the day i met her
since she's gone and wouldnt hear who would care
what good would that do
but i'm still here
so i imagine in a month or twelve i'll be somewhere
having a drink laughing at a stupid joke or just another stupid thing
and i can see myself stopping short
drifing out of the present
sucked in by the undertow and pulled out deep
and there i am standing
wet grass and white headstones all in rows
and in the distance there's one
off on its own
i stop and kneel
my new home
and i picture a sober awakening
a re-entry into this little bar scene
sip my drink til the ice hits my lip
order another round
and that's it for now
sorry
never been too good at happy endings
--untitled--
thanks, ed
--dominic--
if there are any mistakes...sorry...