Through the fish-eyed lens of tear-stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.
I'm far from flying high in clear blue skies.
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the mindfield in my mind
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotguns in my heart
Dial the combination ,, open my black hole
And if I live I'll tell you ALL.
I'm a kid who had a big imagination , Making love to girls in magazines.
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I wonder If your'e sleeping with your new found strength.
Could anybody love me or is it just a crazy dream?
Thought I aughta' share my naked feelings
Thought I aughta' tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands prepared to make it but just then the phone rang. I never had the nerve to make the final,,,CUT.
I Hope I wasn't dreaming.
How I hope I haven't been a clown.
So I Laid down my armor , Showed you my dark side What did you do?
If I had opened my heart to you showed you my weak side what would ya do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take your nuture away,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,?,,,,,,,,,,,,,and leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing? ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Or would ya take me home ?
From the never perfect and often wrong >RODEO.
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