I haven't been much of a friend
Even less a lover
Simple things I used to do
When I fell in love with you
Have fallen by the wayside.

Outside may be warm and inviting
Inside is cold and frightening
Regrets are many
Yet I subletted my heart
To some imagined ideal
An angel that doesn't exist
All in this chaotic mind.

Patience and time
Is what I request
How quickly we forget
What makes us happy
Now we're lagging behind
Yearning for second best
The precipitous decline...

Once we breathed
Eternal life into contradictions
But we grew comfortable
And believed our press clippings
Slipping...But we're not dead
Yet we wish to be like them instead
Ain't no quick fix
Nor fools to be manipulated by
The latest fad
Hard work to make this last
Yet the innocence
We had in spades
Is slowly fading and
It makes me sad...

P-Mar 14, 2007. "