TRUE STORY I'm so weak, I fondly recant violence
I'm so smitten, I forget my middle name
What is the time I'm supposed to be at work?
I'm so moved, I'll stay in bed for the next two and a half days.
I often forget the part of everything
that doesn't matter
I'm so crippled, I won't return your phone call.
I'm so enthusiastic, I'll dream (your dream for you).
I'm so graceful, I'll blush.
I felt just like a baby, once.
I'm so compulsive, I'm predictable.
I'm nothing, if not sincere.
I wish I were a canary.
I cannot sing.
I cannot fly.
If it's o.k.,
I'd like to
believe in you.  ¶ 6:18 AM