Babalou

Ahh... sweet sweet comfortable pain, I've been wondering where you'd gone
Like an old lover you fit sweetly back on my arm
We slip into our familiar dance dipped in lonliness, yet full of safe isolation
what good is a wall if you let anyone over it?

I hear their voices and smile my best smile and hope no one notices...
I blurt out my "uh huhs" and "I knows" here and there... it seems to be working
it's all bullshit
I am a shell on their couches and a mere heartbeat in their arms - it's you that I taste
I knew you were a momentary sweetness... a breath of fresh air - a revival
I prayed to you and sacraficed for you and became your clay for molding
but even as your fingers formed my creavaces and curves, I knew
this is my fault, sweet young babalou... I knew