sleepless in seattle-i wish.

when they rip the tickets i hope i'm on the ride with you. sleepless in seattle and pretty much everywhere else-won't bore you with the details, but actually i probably will. you don't have to be a train to come off track. don't have to have feathers to flee the coop. i don't gotta tell you about my adventures, i keep them in my head and forget them and remember them every once in awhile. i watch them on projector screens while you are talking about your magazine or countdown. were flypaper baby-but nothings sticks. molded from teflon and porcelain. doesn't take much shining around for you to want to get back under that rock you crawled out from. i found a point when i was searching for pointlessness. i found a love when i was looking for madness. gonna save your sweat for when we get to heaven. autocratic hearts and throats-tongues loving on the skin and words-listening too carefully and robbing them of their beauty. you only think i'm blooming when im wilting on the outside. dying to be dearly forgotten, not wrongly remembered. you dont have to sell me on how this isnt real, cause my guts are whats in deep not my head or my heart. sometimes i get the feeling when i walk into a room like i'm in some movie from the forties where i've been shipwrecked and marooned on a desert island, only to return to a life that is no longer mine. or maybe just a raft adrift, except i slept through the s.o.s. calls. i'm projecting. i'm bobbing and weaving. i'm deflecting. only because i want to mean more than all of this.