Coincidence.

Love tears me up like malpractice.
Scalpel and tongs and
tapes me back up.
I'm developing my resolution,
to figure this out and
put some numbers to it,
Add some logic, maybe that'll
do it.

Now you've been long gone,
and really I went with you.
Don't leave me hanging this time
from the oak tree in your lawn.
Dont wake me up, either,
These dreams of mine, they'll come,
they'll become real.
Just you wait.

When its real late
I start to have this feeling
Like I'm floating in my chair
Like my socks arent there.
My head is whirling and I am
falling down and its all
certainly going to be
your fault.


You're beginning to make me think,
with all this talk of
watching lightning storms and
wishing I were there so we could
hold hands and kiss in front of flashing
static electricity,
that maybe you actually
Like me.

You come and go like
Summer vacation.