Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Cause there's nothing like the real thing.

Eleven times a scapegoat.
It’s not a hug, but a choke.
And you’re not what I’ve been missin’.
I’ll be damned before I listen to you.

Everything you want.
And nothing that you need.
But somehow it all just fits in.
I’d climb your mind just to go wishing.

I guess there’s no use really cause.
Cause there’s nothing like a real thing.

Welling up in my throat.
I love you, you must know.
There’s not much that needs fixin’.
I can’t quit when I’m addicted.

I guess there’s no use really cause.
Cause there’s nothing like a real thing.


I'm not sure where any of this is going. I'm not sure when or if or how it's going to end. I have a stack of headaches building up. 6 months ago I swore up and down that there was no chance of me "crossing the line", not with this guy or with anyone. I'm so far over that line I'm not even sure where it is anymore or what it even stood for. Is that a good thing? Is my heart in trouble? I didn't think I was ever going to be capable of "cheese sandwich" again in my life...and here I am. He has sad blue eyes. He has headaches. He knows, really, he does. And he is speechless.

And because of him, I want to paint like I never have in my life!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

If you never take risks, you never get rewards Sassy.
xoxo Mama Cita

Sharky Marie P.G. said...

I cheese sandwich you, Mama!

Anonymous said...

I OLIVE JUICE and CHeese Sandwhich you.. and I really really miss you.....QB