My Drift
And while in my drunken stupor, she sat there stroking my hair and said... "You took me out so far that I can't find my way back...
I've been holding on but you're not anymore.
Here's a storm we won't get through because it's not in your heart...
I can feel you drifting slowly out of reach
Out there in the distance, there's something else you need
If I could be what's missing, that's all I'd want to be
You're drifting...
In the silence that's become the company we keep
I've realized how far we are from what we were
Part of you has gone somewhere I can't seem to touch
I could stay and take what's left, but that's not us
I can feel you drifting slowly
drift away...
out of reach."
And I said, 'Hic! I am drunk. I should be drifting away'.
posted by Demented | Sunday, August 20, 2006
4 Comments:
dude, make a 90 degree turn, and dip yer face into the bowl..
anon : that isn't even mine. i dont throw up and you know that.
Ummmm.....I remember the movie, the wine and the beers but i don't remember stroking your hair. care to explain what this is all about, sayang?
trish : is that all you remember? what about the...nevermind.
but this is my confession - i was drunk when i wrote that. i was halucinating.
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