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By coujeaux Date: 2003 Nov 05 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.05.11.23.15242]] |
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Lone candle on the mantle, bottle of wine's almost extinct, little bit of soul fused to black, Invisible to worlds outside this window to myself, but I hear my music; oh, take me back. Wish this night of reflection in shadows to be brief, but I know better; this is home to me, Until next woman come along and share herself just enough to get a piece and let me be. Got sufficient sin to last from now 'til the end of these times; I wonder if that'll be enough, And the answer is as it always has been; of course, I'm no stranger to goings gone rough. In happier hours it was all about conquering the past, living here and now, screw concern, You and me against all obstacles known seemed to light fires within us that'd always burn. Now I'm about the same me I always was, the you changed time and again, but not result, Instant we set foot on hollowed ground of significance, off she go like shot from a catapult. I don't let it eat me alive or think I'm better off dead, at least not anymore; I'll love again, Maybe it's some sign I'm just jaded or not too easily persuaded, because I don't care when. Determined torch still flickers unsteadily, seeking room to breathe; evening moves along, My song's been played endlessly, it's still entertaining; three fifths down, still going strong. While the rest either worry about their lives or take someone for granted, I've rambled on, Either through transparently satisfying liaisons or in a slew of introspection on lovers gone. It's a familiar melody we all sing, a fear of being alone; I hear it often, even here and now, And to those who have themselves anyone who lasts forever, stand proud and take a bow. |