Wandering

wandering…

you say youre coming, but then you fall
short of promises, like hitting a wall
of silence, of empytness, of all
the things i dread in life,
a wife, a house, a car, a kid, a pool,
life in the suburbs, yuck i swear!
all i want is a room somewhere
where we can touch and laugh and hold each other
close, never wanting to leave
so much love in this room we have weaved...

where are you, you said you'd come
and now i have nothing to do but let my mouth run
in crazy directions
lubed up with drinks
almost like water flowing down the sink.
i'm pink with envy not quite red nor green
and i wonder why you are being so mean.

looks like a mistake to think you were free,
to see you and miss you because you're not with me
i hate you and love you, that much for sure
and even though it hurts i want nothing but more.

so love me and leave me and when you must go
secure in the knowledge that yeah, i do know...
what its like to be empty and lonely inside,
to wander and wonder and hurt till i hide.
youre not but drop in life's endless flood,
but to me you were raining, down like a flood
of tears
of smiles
of joy
of hope
of life
… that’s life...