A dozen times we're left empty handed
Wondering why
When saying we'd try
We've said and haven't meant it.
I thought that maybe we could manage
Clean up this mess of our creation,
Maybe somehow bridge the clivage.
For me it's late to fix the damage-
You're a damn addictive frustration.
They're gonna drag me away,
The friends in white.
Been acting uptight,
Just a little crazy these days.
Social animals, but animals still:
Can't keep away;
You're seductive prey
And this hunter's out for a kill.
I thought that maybe we could manage
Clean up this mess of our creation,
Maybe somehow bridge the clivage.
For me it's late to fix the damage-
You're a damn addictive frustration.
13 August 2005
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