2003-08-02 - 6:55 a.m.
kick the tires, light the fires,
it's the thrill of our desires
as we ride acceleration to the top
.
hold your arm rest your wires
we're all sung by many choirs
there's a symphony of planets that won't stop
.
I go on and on -- it's so true
in the no drag zone of vacuum
with my talk of God and you don't give a damn
.
I forgot this point without you
I'm so sorry I left out you
in so many ways you make me what I am
.
and it's not because I need you
even though I write this re-do
for a chance to let you know I understand
.
it's important to say "me too"
when you tell me that I freak you
I don't really have to have the upper hand
.
as I said back in the dial
I'm not here to cramp your style
but it hurts me when I see you suffering
.
you know I love that naked smile
and you make my life worthwhile
but your numbness cannot be a buffering
.
from the pain of which I hurt
sometimes I can be such a jerk
you know I'm brazen when it comes to wanting you
.
that's why I'm quiet when I work
I only talk when there's a quirk
in the silence of the violence haunting you
.
an opportunist in my heart
makes me want to jump the start
when it comes to letting you know that you're mine
.
and it isn't always art
(hey I'm a guy, I like to fart!)
and my involvment seems to end up undefined
.
so I spurt it, blurt it out
and I'll tell you all about
everything I've learned as gospel on my way
.
and you have to stand in doubt
of my constant motor mouth
and so "I love you" is the best thing I can say
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