On Hopeless Love
Paul Curreri
I am the seed of hopeless love,
Drive down the highway of hopeless love.
Standing in lines, take what I'm given,
Caught by the mirror and hopeless love.
Mapped-out discussions get twisted, forgotten,
Can already hear the next poem about hopeless love.
Speak to you easy, muffled all up the trumpet,
Shadow the degree of my hopeless love.
Must've been born from an old rock quarry.
Must be sitting on the edge of some abandoned story.
Must have done too well, too early, now I'm all used up.
But who cannonballed my leg to this hopeless love?
Drunked with you and told you, you drunk too said:
"Oh yeah, now I understand your hopeless love."
Combined in bed, too much whiskey you fed me,
Leave me now with hopeless love.
Morning comes, the tide back out,
Take with it last night's words of hopeless, hopeless love.
Now, sit here now, with cigarette and music,
Like the day and day and day before in hopeless love.
Must've been born from an old rock quarry.
Must be sitting on the edge of some abandoned story.
Must've done too well, too early, now I'm all used up.
But who cannonballed my leg to this hopeless love?
People take the high road, say me yes the actor
Digging all up on the blues and enjoying hopeless love.
But people got the sick, see? They nose in the corner,
No guts in the engine to endure a hopeless love.
But me? Oh man, I'm color in daydream, I'm in love with the wolf eyes,
So hurt by the evening alone and in hopeless love.
Guess, yes, I am the seed of hopeless love.
Drive on down the highway of hopeless love.
Must've been born from an old rock quarry.
Must be sitting on the edge of some abandoned story.
Must have done too well, too early, now I'm all used up.
But who cannonballed my leg to this hopeless love?
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