Thursday, July 17, 2003

everytime i think of you
i get a shot right through into a bolt of blue
it's no problem of mine
but it's a problem i find
living a life i can't leave behind
there's no sense in telling me
the wisdom of a fool won't set you free
but that's the way that it goes and it's what nobody knows
and every day my confusion grows

every time i see you falling
i get down on my knees and pray
waiting for that final moment
you say the words that i can't say

i feel fine and i feel good
i feel like i never should
whenever i get this way
i just don't know what to say
why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday
i'm not sure what this could mean
i don't think you're what you seem
i do admit to myself that if i had someone else
then we'd never see just what we're meant to be

-- Bizarre Love Triangle


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