B.. Alexander ('81)

I try to touch you
In the weak light of dusk
My cells still tingle
But you pull away

Too hungry, too tired
Too full of food
Too much to say

These things they kill me
These things
Are killing me every day

I'd like to kiss you
On a slow walk to our place
I feel a little nervous
I know you'll turn your cheek
Accept a kiss there
But no more on your lips

Too much coffee, or garlic
Too dry or too sore
Too much to say

These things they kill me
These things
Are killing me every day

'Sweat it out'
I've been telling myself
She'll come around
I've been hard-selling myself

I've been doing that now
Oh, I don't know for how long
Sweating it all out
For so long

I took myself a woman
In another town
Cause she looked at me
In a way I hadn't seen
For some time
Cause she looked at me
With obvious feeling
Toward who I am

Oh it kills me
It kills me
All these things
That it takes
All these things
That I need to survive
But I've sweated it all out
And I need to survive

I just need to survive...

(2009)