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12/26/2002

 
One of Those Days
from 9/13/'02

some days love seems possible
possible to be breathed
to be learned
even returned
but no not for me. not her. not now.
there's just no way
she's out of my league
I'm lame and often a jerk
she's too good for me
it would never work
the fireworks wait in the box
and the matches are in my pocket
I'm ready to watch our sky light up
look back at me
let me believe

some days love seems possible
possible to be breathed
to be learned
even returned
she lays her head on the back of the chair
what I'd give to touch her hair
for her to care
the others they must see me
for once happy
extremely
I bounce down the hall. ready to fall.
not apart
but into a heart
together with her
I'm ready to fall down ten flights
I wouldn't feel a thing,'cept alright
I want to be laughed at for my clown smile
put that on file
under new experiences
she wears glasses to read
she gets into this
I can't help but exist and love it
hold me back

some days love seems possible
possible to be breathed
to be learned
even returned
this is one of those days
I look you over. over and over again
my smile hangs down my chin
you make me look silly
but I'm much too happy to care today
some days love seems possible
even inevitable
unescapable
like I'm tied down to train tracks
It's too late for me
I'd never go back
but friends, I ask you, don't worry about me
I'm being buried by the joy
this is no near-death experience
I've never lived like this
never existed
This is the first day of my life
and I like the world so far