i don't remember how
how this is supposed to go.
am i supposed to know?
should i feel this sick to my stomache?
the taste of alcohol takes over
and it feels so right at the time.
from what i can remember..
at the time.

if i had a dime
for everytime something like this happened;
i'd be filthy rich by noon tomorrow.
if i could feel myself moving now
if i could be more aware
maybe i'd be just as scared as you appear.
maybe i'd be able to taste
the sorrow in your tears.
darling this is just not the time nor the place.
i know it feels like a race;
resist it.

i want to tell you
open up my wounds and show you
the endless black you don't see.
heal the red and give it back to you.
turn the tables
understand the childish fable you wrote for me.

the day we met;
talk about feeling this high.
so far up
i'd have to reach down to touch the sky.
if you could make it feel that way
everytime
i wouldn't need all those dimes.
help me shine
drain the swelling and the ruthless head and heart-ache.
could this become the worst mistake
i've made yet?

please make it perfect
accept it don't reject it.
don't feel the machines
we can wipe this world clear
clean away all the suffering and disease.
together.

with one hand
with one touch
overpowering
this force is just too much..
maybe just too much..
too much at the time?
and with you i still don't need all those dimes.

love michelle.