T.O.J.

And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact Blackboard formula waits by the next class with the outlines still intact, and I see it And I'm still not sure of the meaning But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail (No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger (No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation Or distortion of purity sentiment No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion of no revenge (No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching (No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego, no new speaker freakish lingo (Here I go...) I haven't loved many people I grew up afraid that I was crazy And one time when I was deep inside your body you purred And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug And you can tell that maybe time is out of joy my love So this is maybe just a SOS, shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment Measurement across the nothing for no one awaits that effort to shrug I used to be in love... Everything you said I took it all to heart And you spurred a change in me Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart And I can see that now And I wish you well Cause you saw what was good in me And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself And everything you are I know you got to cry Before I could become a man I had to lose my mind had to lose my mind And I see that now And I wish you well Cause I see what's good in you And I'll be god damned if you can't see that yourself --- T.O.J. - El-P