She Wrote Another

there's nothing
and everything i have
in front me

should be enough.

with splendid cheeks
and warm concern

with a stomach full of
pastry frosting

it's all so
sweet.

there's nothing
and everything i have
in front of me

should be enough.

its like a gate of foliage
a pretty gate of senselessness
we're going
going going going
going..
everything going
alright.

and the prison keeper
smiles as he keeps
the key all to himself

and i talk to the beautiful girl
inside me and she says
i've got nothing.

as the compliments gather
funny that i seem to feel
the very opposite of pride.

do you know the answer, baby?

with your pictures scratched across the churches' door
i never asked for a reply

we continue because we breathe
we breathe in automatic functions

well sometimes i'd love
to break the system

after days of smile
i still want pain

days of logic
i love to make no sense

breathing over and over and over and over and over
and over over and over over and over

sometimes i find no fun in that
but i shrug and say it's fine.