from FaFa - Tuesday, January 10, 2006
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headed closer to disaster
i am consumed by my own laughter
caught up in a humor laced and hazy.
you grip my hand
you say be my savior
but i can choose that direction
when im all wrapped in maybe's.
so dont confuse me with your christ
i cannot walk on water
i did not die for your sins
it seems to me
and if absolution is your only resolution
then go ahead and count me out
because i dont know what im after.
i'm slipping into images that speak
i couldn't tell you where i've been
so you'll just have to trust a stanger
some things are just as they seem
if waking life is real
i don't want to feel
my dreaming has gone to waste
or i won't wake well tomorrow.
in dreams i am more
i have a tighter
a fist full
that are oddly
all my own
and this is
i can't help her
i won't make him better
i can't save the world
i won't save you.