By Courtney
Date: 5 March 2001
What is it
Well color me happy
and slap me in the
face
with whatever excuse you
have this time-
I know it's not in my head.
I'm standing here
with some empty hands
reaching for each other out
of lonliness
and some empty promises
chasing after the ones
from last week.
They just get better
and better,
don't they?
So what's the excuse
this time-
Too much for you too
handle?
Too scared of falling?
Tell me that one again-
it always makes me
laugh
the one about feeling
too much for me...
Too much?
I think you forgot how
to feel
And what is too much
exactly?
Would you define it as
the inablility to breathe
without me,
That your heart beats
a little
slower
when I'm not around,
That no kiss is quite
the same
if it's not my mouth?
Oh, wait
that's what I'm feeling.
How could I think we
felt the same???
So slap me
in the face, please
With the excuse
or
better yet
slap me hard
with some sense...
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