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Tangled Up In You

So in my weird and whacky way,
I finally wrote your love song,
And it didn’t come out anything like I’d planned,
But it aint all bad,
Even though it don’t rhyme or anythin,
Well things aint perfect you know,
Tho they’re sure as hell better than nothin,
Don’t wanna push you baby,
Can’t fool ourselves with stuff that just aint there,
Don’t wanna rush things with us,
Like a steam train out of control,
That guy who sees so much,
Needs to really open his eyes,
And take a proper look,
You’re such a sweetheart,
The way you give so much,
And leave nothin for yourself,
You know I want you far too much,
I say I can wait and be patient,
But fight my insane soul to really believe,
I climb those mountains and float in clouds,
Then drop with the speed of light,
Into deep dark holes,
And when I think I can’t escape,
With a look and a smile,
And a couple of simple straight words,
You just jump right in,
Throw me over your coy lovin shoulder,
And carry me out,
Like Simpson with his donkey,
Like a brave caring Samaritan,
Like an angel delivering me,
From my own private purgatory,
Wish I could get you a medal or somethin,
Wish I wasn’t such a burden,
Hope one day I can repay you,
Coz you deserve so much,
More than a twisted mystic like me can give,
But I’ll damn well try,
To help you with whatever you need,
And anything the world has to offer,
Yeh I’m an incorrigible dreamer,
All or nothing that’s how it was for me,
But with you it’s just whatever I can get,
Even the smallest piece or moment,
Is like the essence of pleasure,
And I can really taste it,
You alone with that roll of your eyes,
Decide whether this poor sinner lives or dies,
And would I have anything different?
You bet your curvy ass I would!
I’m a gambler and an addict,
And I aint no-one to start begging and choosing,
I’m just some sucker struggling with himself,
And can’t tell dawn from dusk,
Or life from death when you’re not here,
I’ll just do my best and bide my time,
And pray like Lucifer that one shiny day,
You’ll come smilin and skippin,
Into my old battle hardened arms,
And say hey fool I’m finally home!

Submitted: Monday, April 01, 2013


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