mojave3 in my ears. i sit here & look over some
old flame's site, scroll up + down & read words that
i am not a part of. i'm so self-centered that that's hard to face.
what i feel. distance + helplessness. & other things that only mean those words, over + over again.
i miss you. if you're reading this & know what my handwriting looks like & how i jump when i'm jittery, i mean you.
..... i can't see you / your hair has grown too long / you've been away for such a long time / i just can't find the words //// lonesome fools build lonesome walls / to hide behind, cry behind / but i'm not one / no i'm not one //// but i can't hide / i'm hurting babe / but i can't cry / cos i'm not one //// drew you a picture to remember / threw it on the fire like a piece of pine / i pictured you mad and i pictured you cold / pictured you mean and i pictured you bold //// but i can't hide / i'm hurting babe / but i can't cry //// lay your love on me / lay your love on me //// lay your love on me / lay your love on me
mojave3
