Guess it's clear he's gone..
No one's picking up the phone, guess it's me and me
And this little masochist, she's ready to confess
All the things that I never thought she could feel
And hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same
So are you gay, are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
Sometimes I breathe you in, and I know you know
And sometimes I take a swim
Found your writing on my wall
If my heart's soaking wet
Boy your boots can leave a mess
Hey Jupiter, nothings been the same
So are you gay, are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
No one's picking up the phone, guess it's clear he's gone
And this little masochist is lifting up her dress
Guess I thought I could never feel the things I feel
And hey Jupiter, nothing's been the same
So are you gay, are you blue?
Thought we both could use a friend to run to
I thought I wouldn't have to keep, with you, hiding..
I go from day to day
I know where the cupboards are
I know where the car is parked
I know he isn't you, nothing is
Hey Jupiter, never you
Nothing's been the same
Nothing, nothing, nothing's gonna save us
Never you
Atoms
Always without words
Emptiness: full of emotion
Wish I could show the way I want to feel
Always looking for
What I don’t need, don’t have and want
My emotion and will have become one
One in the same and one without the other
Living a cycle constantly
Following each day with each night
The more feelings I feel
The weaker I become
I turn it off just to overcome
My old friend sadness
The best friend that I’ve betrayed
Forgotten all he has seen
All he has washed clean
I have erased his name
Now again, time sits upon my hands
I wonder and brainstorm
I can’t remember the things we used to do
I’ve lost myself inside myself
I’ve lost so many years of you
I must find my pace and find my peace
That everyone so desperately needs
I must feel this pain
And all these insane emotions
To be the person I want to be
Break the chain of habits and generations
To find all the things I really need
ⓒ 1997 Shawn Michael Quinn
ⓒ 1997 Shawn Michael Quinn
From myself..
Save me, save me, save me
Save me, save me, save me
The candles are lit
The curtains are drawn
There's still no sign of rain nor dawn
Our lips touch
Our limbs entwine
But the ghosts that haunt me
Won't leave my mind
Save me, save me, save me
Save me, save me, from myself..
One sin leads to another one
Oh, the harder I try
I can never, never, never
Find peace in this life
I ask myself
Where does lust come from
Is it something to yield to?
Or be overcome?
I ask myself
Why love
Can.. never.. touch.. my heart..
Like fear does...
Why.. can't love.. ever touch..
My heart
Like fear does..
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