i have nothing.
tuesday was incredibly long and gray. it rained inside.
i lay in my bed at night and wait.
i sit in my chair all day and wait.
sometimes songs come on that make me think of people, and i do think of them.
every hour feels like twenty five. seconds pass too loudly. my skin tingles and aches.
often, i almost cry.
i don't know why.
...i know i know you well
well better than i used to
haze all clouded up my mind, in the daze
of the why it could've never been
so you say and i say
you know you're full of wish
and your 'baby baby baby babies'
i tell you there's pieces of me you've never seen
maybe she's just pieces of me you've never seen
well all the world is
all i am
the black of the blackest ocean
and that tear in your hand
all the world is danglin
danglin for me, darlin'
you dont know the power that you have with that
tear in your hand...