Please Send A Torch And Some Faith

Central Park collisions. 8 million people and it had to be the 2 of us. You had me laughing at the way you grovel when there are no microphones or camera flashes in sight. Take a stand. Dot coms refresh for the drama.

And my nosebleeds are oh so appropriate, given the fact that she is always on center stage and I find myself so far away. My best friend has given his approval. She won over left eye and tear drop stripes.

Until she showed up on my canvas I was just a painter without a vision. That's really all that I can admit to. I could learn to read her mind, but all of this reading in the dark has pretty much wrecked my sight. I'm guessing that she is regretting this monster she has created.

He gave me a prescription and said "these will take take care of your shyness." No one really gets that part though. And who ever wanted you to come out of your shell anyhow. Maybe I'm just pretty sure that I am a total bore. And there's nothing tragic at all, this is (I'm) completely ordinary.