it was an absurd feeling to be filled with,
how quickly it washed me over.
standing above a field of little green specks,
looking for a four leaf clover.
she wanted to be in the cartoon,
as much as she wanted me all to her own.
I wanted to find my way under her skin,
but all I found was flesh and bone.
it's strange, our surreal reality,
how things can just fall apart at the seams.
we can live life and see its beauty,
or we can recreate our dreams...
I wanted more than anything to be hers,
but our miscommunication spoke to loud.
it was consoling to know she changed,
and no longer felt alone inside the crowd.
she's a marionette now that I’ve let her go.
oh the things I never let her know...
I got so damn frustrated I just gave up,
making rabbits in the snow...
It's been years and I’ve gotten over,
the grand delusion I fell under.
however it comes at random like a strange solace,
in a midnight stroll's sweet thunder.
the rain came falling down,
and I couldn't feel more alone.
the cell I had made me feel sold out,
so I placed it atop a stone.
I waited for it to ring just once,
so I could stomp it down to hell.
I heard the roll of a distant thunder,
I found it hard to tell...
tomorrow I would be gone and away,
leaving this damned town behind.
I get to lose myself again,
in the recesses of my mind.
I never knew what would come to me,
never expected the other to take me back.
I never expected anything in the future...
never could see inside the black.
there's something of a silhouette,
standing against the off white diffused light,
something unfamiliar,
something that thinks of me at night.
I don't want her to become like that,
the four leaf clover we never found.
I don't want her to fall into obscurity,
in the little green speckled mound.
had I known I would've done a bit different,
strange how some things tend to go...
so many things I wanted to say...
so many wonders I’ll never know.