Oh well, you've got me under your spell
and I don't think that I'm kidding around.
I don't think I can forget you now.
I once sat up on my roof and examined the
planning of my town.
I saw the structured grid and pavement cutting
through grass
and I remembered the cold of winter running up
the legs of my pants.
I picked the nicest lawn and imagined the two of
us
rolling around down along the ground.
I saw myself touch your face and I noticed jets
begin to race above our heads.
But I pinched my arm and remembered how much you
hate me.
I remembered the fact that I can't see what you
need
and I'm too stupid to be aware of the beauty that
you give this place
and how shitty this town would seem without you
in it.
When you aren't around I let the shades fall down
to shut out
all the sun's light and make myself feel all
right.
What am I doing with my life?
Remember that the only things we need sometimes
are chilly nights and warmer thighs, 'cause
there's nothing like being held.
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