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I Need Nothing But You
Mule
Wrist
Headache (The Pain Of Your Kiss)
The Fear Of Falling
I Need Nothing But You
If you ever wanted silver then I always gave you gold.
If you ever needed comfort then I was there to hold.
If you ever asked for flowers, I would buy you a bouquet.
If you asked to cash tomorrow, I would give it you today.
Through the hardship,
Through the toil,
When you asked for all these things
I would never, never, never say no.
You asked me why I never wanted you,
and I said
“I need nothing but you”
I don’t need fast cars.
I don’t need fast love.
I need nothing but you.
I don’t need big gifts.
I don’t need big girls.
I need nothing but you.
Mule
I sit here alone
Alone, here I sit
The silent phone
My impenetrable wit
My insufferable muse
My existence forlorn
I long to abuse
my despicable form
This stubborn old mule
has nothing to give
This wretched sad fool
has no reason to live
The New Year Eve time
crawls beyond midnight
My paranoia benign
never gives up the fight
Alone, here I sit
I remain here alone
To misery I commit
In life’s game, a pawn.
Wrist
Have you seen people curl when they talk about death?
Well that happens to me, but not as much as,
that wrist on each arm, that half pound of flesh,
that temptation of suicide, of fast pain relief.
A steel knife could end all in a minute.
And, as I’m writing this it’s making me cringe,
it’s making me tight,
it’s making me taught,
it’s making my arteries swell beyond thought.
And, for my own sake, for my own health,
I’ll stop writing now.
I’ll stop writing now.
I’ll stop writing now, it makes me confused.
I’ll stop writing now.
Headache (The Pain Of Your Kiss)
My head is aching, my
mind is brewing, I’m
sure there’s something I
should be doing, to
ease your conscience baby -
clear your mind,
but I’m far too busy clearing mine.
My head is aching, my
body’s dying, I’m
sure there’s someone I
can hear crying, for
someone to hold on to -
for all time,
but I’m too engrossed making my life prime.
My head is aching, my
brain is hurting, I
can almost sense the
final curtain, now
that life has fulfilled
my every wish,
I could die only feeling the pain of your kiss.
The Fear Of Falling
So, is this the fear of falling, the fall which I’ve so often feared?
And, is this feeling of emptiness, one to which I am to revere?
And, is that my friend The Grim Reaper, staring me in the face?
And, are the feelings I have now, destined to be commonplace?
And, if this life thing is easy, why do I want to escape?
And, if my appointment with life came, just when did I become late?
This loneliness that I encounter, is one I can do well without.
These feelings of depravation, I seem to know too much about.
So, this is the fear of falling, this is the fall that I feared.
These are the cries for assistance, the tears I’ve been crying for years.
