Slowly twirling, a blue-eyed blonde
ballerina in a music box.
You've got your lover, tantra magic
I'm lucky for mp3s and farm dogs.
She plops down at my side, I gaze over
Unmasked tears in my eyes, I tell her,
"I'm just watching the sky."
How do you build this web of love and attention
My sense of self disintegrates
beneath shaken confidence and ruptured ties.
Tired of being alone
Tired of waking up to the truth
of last night's lies.
From where came this yoke of inadequacy?
Gripped with uncertainty
I choose to get lost in the memories.
In spite of being lonely,
disillusioned, and cold
I'd rather be on my
own than wrapped in lies.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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