And you're like a 90's jesus And you revel in your psychosis How dare you And you sample concepts like hors d'euvres And you eat their questions for dessert Is it just me or is it hot in here? And you're like a 90's kennedy And you're really a million years old You can't fool me They'll throw opinions like rocks in riots And they'll stumble around like hypocrites Is it just me or is it dark in here? Well you may never be or have a husband You may never have or hold a child You will learn to loose everything We are temporary arrangements And you're like a 90's noah And they laughed at you when you packed all of your things And they wonder why you're frustrated And they wonder why you're so angry And is it just me or are you fed up? And may god bless you in your travels in your conquests and queriesBack to the top of the page.
please be philosophical please be tapped into your feminity please be able to take the wheel from me please be crazy and curious papa love your princess so that she will find loving princes familiar papa cry for your princess so that she will find gentle princes familiar please be a sexaholic please be unpredictably miserable please be self absorbed much (not the good kind) please be addicted to some substance papa listen to your princess so that she will find attentive princes familiar papa hear your princess so that she will find curious princes familiar please be the jerk of my knee i've fit you always you finish my sentences I think I love you what is your name again no matter i'm guessing your thoughts again correctly and I love the way you press my buttons so much sometimes I could strangle you papa laugh with your princess so that she will find funny princes familiar papa respect your princess so that she will find respectful princes familiar please be strangely enigmatic please be just like myBack to the top of the page.
these are the thoughts that go through my head in my backyard on a Sunday afternoon when I have the house to myself and I am not expending all that energy on fighting with my boyfriend is he the one that I will marry? why is it so hard to be objective about myself? why do I feel cellularly alone? am I supposed to live in this crazy city? can blindly continued fear-induced regurgitated life- denying tradition be overcome? where does the money go that I send to those in need? if we have so much why do some people have nothing still? why do I feel frantic when I first wake up in the morning? why do you say you are spiritual yet you treat people like shit? how can you say you're close to God and yet you talk behind my back as though I am not a part of you? why do I say I'm fine when it's obvious I'm not? why's it so hard to tell you what I want? why can't you just read my mind? why do I fear that the quieter I am the less you will listen? why do I care whether you like me or not? why is it so hard for me to be angry? why is it such work to stay conscious and so easy to get stuck and not the other way around? will I ever move back to canada? can I be with a lover with whom I am a student and a master? why am I encouraged to shut my mouth when it gets too close to home? why cannot i live in the moment?Back to the top of the page.
There's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday There's a black hat caught in a high tree top There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall That's my soul up there There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall That's my soul up there There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb That's my soul up there There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack There's a black-winged gull with a broken back There's a little black spot on the sun today It's the same old thing as yesterday I have stood here before inside the pouring rain With the world turning circles running 'round my brain I guess I'm always hoping that you'll end this reign But it's my destiny to be the king of pain Queen of pain I'll always be queen of pain I'll always be queen of painBack to the top of the page.
Like anyone would be I am flattered by your fascination with me Like any hot blooded woman I have simply wanted an object to crave But you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Must be strangely exciting To watch the stoic squirm Must be somewhat heartening To watch shepard meet shepard But you're not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight Like any uncharted territory I must seem greatly intriguing You speak of my love like You have experienced like mine before But this is not allowed You're uninvited An unfortunate slight I don't think you unworthy I need a moment to deliberateBack to the top of the page.