SxE MpO (Draft in progress) - 8/21/'05

Youthful ignorance is no excuse
for I'm better then to lie through that.
Fell into it as your hips were strapped against me.
And honestly, my life's pretending feel into it as tension
was set to leak
while pouring another drink.
We enjoyed it a little too much at the time
the time not being the right.
Brain teasing heart that night.
But you did call first in the morning,
saving me a little less self-scorn;
drunk and singing;
torn amidst sober decisions still stinging!


Cannot see thru her eyes,
for where she came from I'm blind to.
Jump to find the clue as to what it's about!
She wanted to makeout
so I gave you that-
but not all I could, without fail.
But I don't feel like going to jail,
so I left balls a little blue
for I knew better then to take advantage, weither sour or sober.
You liked it cause I was older. But I'm also honorable and true
so I didn't do all that you wanted me to.
"I'm drug free, alchohol free, and better then you."

"First And Last" - 5/2/'05

Hey, times change.
Bad days fold and unfold like the pages under the pen
that grazes against my skin.
Point your finger at the abstract thought...
Whichever one brings you to sing and makes my eyes burn so hot.
Testing the water in everything.
Oil mixed with contemplation.
You can't stop all this.
Thanks a lot.
Please
move forward in line.
I'm the riot.
This is a twisted kind of fun.
(Didn't we kill each other in an earlier round?)


Punched holes, inked in our souls,
and stinging chemicals
spiking and (en)lightening
the day.
Let me write it down and sing it this morning
save and share it for tonight,
cause there is only one kiss left
and it must be right.
Light my cigarette up.
Puff puff.
First and last etches in my mental
like "Forever."
Day and night
lace or leather?


Loose and yet so tight
in the motion of my lips.
Torn between how my muscles rip
and my awareness trips
against the wavelength given off in air.
Pure oxygen is in despair.
Thanks a lot
for throwing me off.
Enjoying normality with medication and
some water.
Why even bother?
I realize my blood is all I'll have.
Time and again, the good act too bad.
(Didn't we kill each other in an earlier round?)


And I'm always still here, unless I'm dead,
then I'm gone.
Stuck with myself,
so f*ck off anyone else
that forsakes what I am here!
Sober and gettin' (my) head clear(ly)
from cob webs.
I care (Not for hate)
and either way, this is never-resting.
So let me go let it go.


Mike O'Toole