I can't tell the difference between "best friend" and "girl friend" any more..

i can't say no and i can't say yes
you're the focus of my gravity and life
and it's throwing me out of orbit, making me a mess
so i'll just say
"i want to touch your skin
i want to say i care
i want to let you know that i don't want to leave you alone
i want to be the light in your darkness
the fuel keeping your fire burning
the guide who carries the torch"

and i know it's late and i should be getting to bed
but i can't sleep with you in my head
you know i can't sleep with you in my head (and you like that don't you?)

Poem for a friend.

honey, i have something to say
when i was a young boy i rode away
riding my bike, to catch a sunset one night
but it died before i caught it, and i rode home again
and when i was a little older
i lived my life looking for a sunset in human form
for a pretty girl like you
but none of them were right

but then you found me

so open the windows and turn out the lights
and let the night come in
we're just waiting here for life to catch up to us
hold my hand and never let go

[i'm afraid, i'm afraid to say
but as long as you never leave me
my fear has no reason to stay]

Life isn't easy. Unquote.

can you see this mask i am wearing?
can you tell it's a latex version of your face?
do you like what you see?
do you see you in me?
do you like what you see?

and last night in bed my wife told me that when i die
she'd like my skull to keep on a shelf
and i said that was fine with me
i won't be using it for a while anyway
and it'll look good if she polishes daily
maybe even almost pretty

yesterday in work
my boss said to me
"steve, my life isn't easy
no, it isn't easy to be me"
we meditated on this a moment, i said, "sir, i'm sure you're right"
then he left the building, and i saw him drive away in his ferrari
and as i drove away in my uncle's breaking down cadillac
i thought, you know, i think i prefer being me

[photographs, photo-halfs
and the guard didn't take my i.d.
and he refused to let me through
if i manage to catch a plane, maybe i can get to you
it's not hard to be me, but it's sure not easy]

The forecast said there was a storm coming, then you pulled in the driveway.

loving you is like pulling my own teeth
and once i pop one out, i just can't stop
till the blood is dripping out of my mouth
and remember whatever i said to you that night
i probably only meant it halfway
and i don't even remember if that's half good or half bad

nobody likes a change of mind
and no one likes a fool
well i'm both of those
so ((me + dislike*2) + me) is the equation
if i tried i could prove it true, even though i'm not sure what rule to use

i've always wanted to believe in stories
i've always wanted to believe that if it's true on your side
then it has to work out on her's
but i didn't realize stories aren't guarantees
they're more or less just lies and fakes

Happy birthday, i already ate your cake

now i'm a scummy man who can't sleep a blink
but as the ladies on the corner know, i can't help but wink
and there's a dream just 'round the corner
and a headache in my ear
i wish i was on the highway
i wish you were here

i feel like i'm mailing you postcards
from the other side of the room
you think that bananas are funny
and giggle at the word "womb"
(wombat)

and i heard my ex telling you that i change when the sun goes down
when the lights turn off, and heads whirl around
i heard her telling you not to trust me with your life
or your wallet or your keys
and not to give in if i come crawling on bending knees
well don't listen to her honey, she's just bitter
and doesn't know what hit her
and still doesn't realize she broke up with me, not the other way around