Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Don't even try

You know its in our most clear moments
We hear the worst news
That's why I'm reluctant to solve the puzzle
even when there is only one piece missing
from a corner

It was so obvious
And I shouldn't care

And maybe I don't that much
I've been devastated before
This isn't even close

It's only a symptom of a much larger cold
one thats been festering and weakening me for so long
that I've been living for years with stuffed nose
and can't remember what a clear head feels like

But the symptoms add up
a Saturday night alone
No money
No job
and a continuous urge to change

If somebody offered me a new life in another state
this would be my farewell letter to everyone

Sure I've heard that you must make your own fortunes
But I don't have the imagination for that

I've been learning songs to sing for somebody
for years
Now all I've got is a guitar with rusty strings
and something to practice when nobody is on AIM