I traded my entire record collection
I secured a six-string with the money it made
I wrote a ton of songs no one cares to hear,
then hung the damn thing on the wall
like the cliche I am
You lost what most of us take for granted
You then found a dream still worth dreaming
You never asked for me to come out of that mirror,
but this clown and his balloon
know you’ve awaited a new nightmare
No one tells you what to write next
No one tells us what to feel next
No one tells me who these words will touch;
I simply know that it’s you,
and you know it’s more than me
If I’d killed myself, you’d have dreamt me
If you’d dreamt me, I’d have loved you
If I’d loved you, there’d be no escaping
the same fate which has now befallen us
Please don’t loathe our inescapable bond
Down to the last heartbeat, let us hold
Down to the last orgasm, let us climb
Down to the last sunrise, let us fear
that some shared space in the darkness
is the only god worth finding
And, having found it, let us rejoice
in our mundane blink of eternity’s time,
for we are the present moment
which nothing else will ever,
ever get to be…
Not I or you,
but you & me