heh...
I wrote this after my workout this morning.
There's a figure in your doorway
And you can't see the light
He sees your hiding places
And where you go at night
These restless dreams
Let you know your life isn't right
I don't know how you can resist it
Only God knows why you fight
The chemicals are calling you
And the rain's come out to play
All the heart of yesteryear
Has left you here today
With a trembling hand I write a poem
But can't think what to say
There is no love for you here
You'd best be on your way
There's a figure in your doorway
And you can't see the light
He sees your hiding places
And where you go at night
These restless dreams
Let you know your life isn't right
I don't know how you can resist it
Only God knows why you fight
The chemicals are calling you
And the rain's come out to play
All the heart of yesteryear
Has left you here today
With a trembling hand I write a poem
But can't think what to say
There is no love for you here
You'd best be on your way
posted by Hew Tyler | 10:14 AM
1 Comments:
the big gay star of PA, huh? sounds like you had a reasonably good time up there in yankee-ville. sarah and i took an east coast trip last summer: everyone made fun of the way we talk, but the beer and clam chowder were tasty. i only asked for sweet tea when i wanted to get a funny look. sounds like you need to start playin' at the docks, or at least open-mic night at the coffee tree. will you every write a song about how you molested all my personal belongings...including my shoulder....when we were roomates?
i love you matt...you smell of aftershave and taco meat...but i love you
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