I JUST WANT
© 2006
Alan P. MacLeod & SM Mitchell SOCAN
Oh.
Forever is a relative phrase
Measured in emotion, not in days
Simon
says "I’m a rock"—
I say "Don't love someone who loves to talk:
Their visions get laid out like a ragged coastal shore"
Where the, waves waist no time (waves don't waste time
Gnawing away at any rock
with the nerve to form beneath the sun)
Soon there'll be no land.
No open fields. No burning sands.
Even our grand constructions
cannot keep those waves at bay
Oh, this
sure is the last time baby.
Each time is the last time, maybe
I just want what I had before
Before I knew your name
I
could have stopped me, yeah I should have stopped you
But it got easy to turn away
To raise a toast: "bon voyage, sucker"
Then we vowed to salvage Love
with a paperback all about love
Written by some whimpy Christian bowing in the street
(but I don't bow . . . I don't recall you ever bowing
either)
So we did each test. Confirmed we were not the best
The Damn Score Card said it all: "Baby, walk alone!"
Oh, this
sure is the last time baby.
Each time is the last time, maybe
I just want what I had before
Before I knew your name
Years
carve lines in hearts. Deeper scars in hearts
Yet we go on seeking/stalking, any one who shines
In darkened crummy bars. Late model passing cars
A flash of beauty. I want Beauty. (Here we go again!)
I just want what I had before.
You just want what you had before
Before I knew your name.
Before you knew my name.
Before
this ritual began.