:: Out of Spite, Out of Mind ::

:: Monday, March 24, 2003 ::

Every morning you wake up pure and still,
and there's a god if I can stay w/you till the
crazy day begins again
we lose our daily innocence

crazy days are here again
but they don't faze me even when
you're far away I feel ya still
and still I'll stay until the day
without a name

some mornings I wake up unconvinced
that I have the skill or the will
to face the crazy days
or navigate
these jealous seas
apologies and drunken waves
please polish me
before I turn to jade

and one morning
I woke up on your window sill
I can't remember how I got there still
but you erased the pain with blackboard nails
and raising cain you filled my sails
with crazy winds we're crazy still
but still I'll stay until the
day without a name

:: Ol Man Factory 3/24/2003 02:00:00 PM [+] ::
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