I have a headache.
i have a sore back.
i have a letter i can't send.
i have desire, it falters and falls down,
it calls you up drunk at three or four a.m. to wonder when...wonderful.
all the cheap tricks i tried too hard not to pull.
pulled along or pulled apart.
the diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
i have a story that i'd like to tell you,
it's littered with settings and second takes.
i have a feeling that hums with the street lights and hides under ice in always frozen lakes.
my mistake to make you cringe.
another greeting like a broken creaky hinge to oil and push or pry apart.
the diagnosis of a foreign frame of heart.
found a cure for being sure,
and, sure as anything,
i'll smile for my reckoning.