2002-01-16 - 5:21 PM
Far From Zenith; You've Got My Tomorrow
I sat on Gage, with a splitting heartache / Same as a headache, just two floors down / like the bothersome tenant at the end of the hall.
Don't be coy. / You can't fool me with your ploys. / I'm much more than you take me for.
We had our world / but it went and dried up. / You chose to bestow the famine upon it. / You chose to bind it down - not with sheets and linen. / You suffocated the air with the stale wind of your drama.
You went on and dried it all up / that's all you really did. / And really, you didn't do much for me / but produce a world that I'd never have, a world that I'd only get the chance to miss.
We're stuck on foolishness. / Bitter and battered, are our hearts at war. / Do I belong under the sun? / Well, you don't have the right to answer that anymore.
So stop / walk to the end of the block. / Maybe you could see me from over there / but you sure as hell can't touch me.
- Austin Jose
