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copyright © LOUIE FLECK 8/21/91 |
You are a painful pleasure, I am an unspent quarter
You are a foriegn treasure, I'm a prize that there's
no reward for
I know I'm on trial, I'm just tryin' to find a suit that
fits me
There's no denial of the truth I must admit that I see
My life
is a hoax, my interest is so self involved
I've believed for a life time that around me the whole
world revolved
You're a well measured cure, I am a ticking time bomb
I'm an emotional whore, switching sides whenever there's
a problem
What would it take to make a break from this pattern?
Time slips away, then who can say what really happened?
Addiction
It's so self indulgent, like a broken record skipping
I'm a complaining machine, a faucet that's always dripping
I'd like to move on, this feeling is disconcerting
But, I'm always afraid and I wish I could stop the hurting
Could you
love an imposter? Would you waste your time
in this fashion?
Will you call my bluff and put a test to my passion?
There is no moral, I haven't any conclusion
I just needed to talk, I hope it was no intrusion.