it figures it figures
two times times two and i wait it out
i keep thinking, again, just again, like this
you know, i see now, nothing, more popups, wine, papers, and theres no waiting now
just songs and singing and the strings making the room resonate
you give me a cd and i make it mine, i swear, inside and out
and im missing something
but is it flesh and blood
is it you
is it here, am i looking
i cant write because nothing is concrete
is nothing is real
is nothing is true
but im on the lookout, something steady
so i can shake and ride and know whats there, still, and steady
just the word, again, still stuck, again
and then and then
again, again, just this, again