James Severin - I Dealt With It Internally Until I Puked

| | Jeez, that's funny, there's black paint all over the butts of my cigarettes. | | Perhaps I should clean them, I mean, it could do me even more harm, | | But I figured it would hurt my purpose and then again I didn't have the time for that. | | I had a scary thought about hitchhiking last night playing Jim Morrison's little game called 'go insane' | || I smoked all of my stuff and then I had to get more stuff, but, then, once I got used to that, || || It was fairly easy for me, babe, I'll tell you this | | To die of my love for you | | | | And I know that I told you I'd deal with this internally | | But my insides began to hurt and the wine made me puke, on this same floor my tears dried out on | | And then, this began to come out with it. I wonder if its related to discovering that I can still cry. | | And if so, Isn't it a little funny? I tried telling you that from the start. || || || || Though it isn't much fun to me, but then again I'm sometimes numb as a statue, so I figure I've earned that. || || But it's not like I would ever recognize fun, anyway, at first glance, if it hit me in the face. || || Hello, it's me, the real me this time, the one that's perpetually lost in the wilderness of self || | I wonder if that's a part of it, the man had to die once for love so the artist could be born. | | :| | | Is it true, babe? That you love me? | | My insides hurt for you, how I love you. | | But I'm really a fool, you've seen it, too || || And I guess that I actually thought you could change that about me, with your smile || || (Hold/Fade) And all the times that you look at me, and I at you, it reminds me I'm not afraid to follow us | | | | Was that really me there, lying on the floor? | | If so, I wonder who'll get up this time | | And so, my love for you at last consumed the only way I knew how | | Well, you see, I died here on this floor. | |