2003-07-06 - 12:04 a.m.
it's ok, I am here, I'm not going away
in a sense you could say that I also won't stay
I have learned in the furnace to give you away
yes it burns but in earnest it's better this way
let the bond there between be a cushion to you
I have changed, by God's grace, I'm not pushy or rude
that driven aspect to my nature is gone
I have seen the effect and I pray we're still on
but I've also subsided somewhat in my funk
at my best headed west with dark shades lookin' punk
hey don't pretend, you're my lover, my friend
unless it's in flight simulation
when you're ready to fly I will be your free ride
and enjoy you in each dispensation
back it up, don't be shy
it's ok to get high on the feelings between you and me
pack the cup, dry your eye
I'm too good to pass by and the ceilings are something to see
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