She Likes Crunchy Pickles

Text on a screen tells my fingers to move.

There is a face on the other side of this room.

Fifteen minutes by car. A half hour by foot

The beautiful smile, the deep eyes that like me

I think they tell truth, and the truth is still frightening

She says I should know, and she speaks not a word.

She spreads like wings, and I grow small and unheard

She gets a good idea and she tells me it softly

Until I stop and I shrink and my eyes defy me

I am no longer the man that I sought out to be

I am no longer blind, but I still cannot see

I could never see past you and you liked it that way

My secrets were naked and you liked it that way

You liked it that way

You want it that way

She warms her hands by my burning brain

Comfy and at home

Comfy and alone

Like a floating leaf and the lake that it's in

Like a small lonely boat in a vast ocean.

She wants me

She wants me

She wants

She wants

She wants nothing but another

Just to be blunt

And I lose, and you lose,

I know we're good at it.

And we've said everything else

So why not cry about it?

And I cry like a girl

Like a girl like her

Like the joke she tells

The joke everyone knows

Like the dream she had that she forgot, but loves.

Like the dream she had that she should have forgotten.

And I fall like an angel

Like her when she fell

But she floats on the ground

Cause she can't go to Hell

And I would have caught her if I had a man's arms

Arms of the man that she tells me I am

And I believed it again just to open my fingers

And find nothing.

Find nothing

Nothing drops for me

But is held tightly by hands I cannot see

Touched softly by lips that never speak

I doubt and I scrape for my arms are weak

Just say yes

Say yes

Kill me with touches

But I'm silent and say nothing, my words are just buttons

And I just read the last message over and over again.

Like you read the last sentence of the book that you read.