Held
on smart days he just knows
to lock up all the doors and unplug the phone
on stupid days he decides
it would be a good idea to go outside
those are sad days when they come
he has a drink at the local bar and he tries to talk to girls
but he knows their trite polite brush-off too well
he tries to think of what "normal" people do in movies and TV
but none of those guys think like him at all
how come he's not like any of them?
I don't know
why is it so strange that some one just wants to be held sometimes
but they can't find someone to hold them
there are some days
when he thinks everything would be perfect if he fit in
those are sad days when they come
he tries the local coffee shop 'cause they're open all night long
but all the cliques and clubs there drive him mad
he watches all the scooter boys and their ugly fringe-chick girls
and prays that a great rain will come again
how come he's not like any of them?
I don't know
why is it so strange that some one just wants to be held sometimes
but they can't find someone to hold them
flowers of love
thorns of pain