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Erskine, Part 1 (unrelated) - 11.19.01 @ 0030hrs
See, I used to think it was about me
and about depression
about the woman I loved, who loved me too
and we were happy not being together
me with my suicide
her with her hippie charms
her ability to make me want to die.
I could jump in the water
any time I pleased and die happy.
But I came later to learn
it was about a town and heroine,
I guess I liked the first explanation better.
'Cuz I don't know anything about heroine
or sunsets over water
unless it's a lake or something.
I guess a lot of the world is like that.
It's all perfectly good and clear.
It's up to the damn writers to confuse us.
Untitled - 10.31.01 @ 2233hrs
We walk in the memory of loved ones;
We trudge in the memory of sidewalks, covered by your snow
I catch a snowflake from your eye.
You still don't believe that gloved hands feel pain
like the post-coital world of not caring anymore.
I bring along an empty wallet
and a keychain with no keys
Even the teeth on the key to my car get worn down from years of
stop and start.
It's not that I'm alone, it's just that my bag
Doesn't carry the past