I torn of all electric lights and sit around reading
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spiderman in the dark
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I shut down my computer and cellphone won't talk to no
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one at least
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not while I still bleed my great unfinished novel deos it
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it gets me trough in the most pathetic way
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but I write only good things about you
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and yes I'm sorry I caused you pain
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but I go numb because I'm lonely too my dearest friend
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comes over with a bottle of expensive liqueur
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and says "let's just feel" and so we drink it
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and share our sorrows and for a moment
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we are real but I go numb
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because I'm lonely too no we never made it
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baby no we never made it
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Electric Lights
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