,I'm torn between two places
my home
,and where I want to be
what I am
.and what I would like to be
in my dreams the conflict intensifies
,masking itself as pretty girls
,untamable guys and mysterious sea creatures
I make all the wrong decisions
finding myself lost ,drugged up and beaten.

I always wait for him to save me,
he never will.
I chase him through unknown streets
following digital locations,
always searching for his balding head
rising above the crowd.

I just want to erase him,
yet i refuse to let go.
my kingdom for the sound of his voice through the phone,
commanding me to drop whatever I'm doing
and go hit the road.

No matter how religiously
I'm chanting my mantra,
of pretending he never existed
and leave his fate to the justice of karma,

I still get up every weekend
leaving my bed right before dawn
roaming the streets of his city
on my gold lightning bolt.