Monday, 29 September 2008

frightened

so much anger
so much pain
i don't know
from where it comes
it is directed at me
but
it is not about me
and all this time i have been a fool
trying so hard
to stick to your rules
trying so hard to
make you feel better
but all this made
it worse
so now
i can say nothing at all
i can say nothing at all
anything i say
will be held against me
in a court of law
where you judge all
where you have judged the world
from your lofty home
i hope you are happy there
now
for climbing this mountain
gets me
nowhere
i'll stay at
the bottom
now

the best thing

the best thing
when the chill rain falls
would be to be in your arms
but out the window you are distant
like the clouds
from which the rain falls
the best thing
when the heart gets sore
from beating far too long
is not to feel at all
but i can't
do anything about that
so the next best thing
is to pretend
that this doesn't mean
anything
and if this doesn't mean
anything
i am sunk
the best thing
when the sun goes down
would be to be
locking the door
behind us
locking the world
behind us
but the world
is between us now
the best thing
would be to hear your voice
from the other
side of the room
from the other side of the room
but now the room
is in another town
and i can't
do anything about that
so the next best thing is
to pretend that i am just dreaming
and if i am just dreaming
then this
doesn't mean anything
and if this
doesn't mean anything
i am sunk
you are
the best thing