this feeling<br><br>

it's not mine, this feeling, it's hers<br>
mine's dirty and worn out<br>
up on blocks in my mind<br>
i could never create love<br>
only use it<br>
but she keeps me close, lets me watch<br>
helps me to eat and drink and love<br>
teaches me for better or for worse<br>
teaches me for better<br>
teaches me for worse<br>
<br><br>
oh i have cool<br>
a witty line is my best thing<br>
i turn it quickly<br>
but it never saves me from alone<br>
alone with myself<br>
alone with her<br>
my cool dissipates like so much cathode ray soup<br>
she keeps me close<br>
helps me cope<br>
like friend and a lover<br>
like a lover<br>
like a friend<br><br>

she sleeps in peace<br>
i grapple with my demons<br>
i learn too slowly<br>
then she sleepily detects my wrestling match with fate<br>
with destiny, with god<br>
she rolls over near to me<br>
her warmth resolves my losses<br>
her presence soothes my uncertainty<br>
the voice of the diva in my dream<br>
i meet her there, embrace her there<br>
like a lover<br>
like a friend