Temporary Stories

Tell me you love me, that you’re somehow able, I’ll believe your fable, I’ll feast at that table I’ll give you all you need, take whatever you can, whatever fills your greed, your hunger I will feed And when I hit the wall, after I start to believe, when you’ve left me to fall, after I've given my all There’s nothing left to take, no reason for the fake, you can leave like the rest, a clean and free break I will fade away...

Derive a sense of pleasure From such a frosty demeanorHow your words chill me to the boneFilled with false promisesAnd oft-dashed hopes I still remain, a sad refrain I wait in clouds overheadI caress the ground with my tearsI wonder why you love to humor meBefore you fleetFor greener grassesAnd sunnier skies You fascinate meAs badly as I'm treatedYou leave me wanting what I can never haveWhat may not brighten the grayish...