yeah it's like there's this pipe in my ceiling
it just burst
came crashing down through my chest
you exploded and fell in me
all over me
across my being
from fingertip to knee
elbow to feet
and i'm trying to hold on
i'm trying to grab liquid
but i can't keep water
and i know i should call a plumber
i know it should be fixed
but i was thinking
maybe it'll be okay
maybe i can fill my cup with you
maybe i can freeze it so it's tangible
so you're real
maybe i don't need any repairs at all
i could just let it fall
but i can't freeze it
i'm too warm
and i can't stay here all day
surrendering to this while you're not here
counting blindly to the next day when you're near
i'm sitting under a busted pipe
readjusting my pillow and opening my mouth
swallowing your sweet
digesting your kiss
drenching myself in you
hugging water
but i gotta move
gotta find someone to move with me
so i wish
and i wish
its all i can do
can't keep chasing the tide
not my wave
but i tried
maybe we're all just water
visiting other bodies of water
i'm just looking for someone to be in a pond with
might be a little pond
but it'll be ours
some people are the ocean
they belong to the world
some people are rivers
always moving
maybe we're all of it at different times in our own
personal evolutions
crashing into each other during all these wild turbulations
but i was just looking for someone to hold for awhile
just thought we could be the new hot cocktail
like red bull and rain
like sunny days and a walk in the park
aww shit. there you are again setting off a spark
splattering warm and fuzzies on my smile to my toes
like a tattoo on my nose
a blanket when its cold
an iced coffee when its hot
touch me again in that spot
so you are it seems
the ocean
you belong to the world
you're in every thing
the pipe
the drink
the think
this keyboard type
this drag
this city
this pretty
in my kitchen rag
that leaf
this window pane
that subway train
that tree
me
back to that busted pipe
think i'll let it be for now
cause you never know
if i fill enough cups
maybe someday we'll have a pond
maybe someday it'll be written for us
you know, that song
Thursday, January 19, 2006
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