Sometimes
Sometimes I think you hate me because your love is so great…
The words don’t fall out;
It’s like were dining on empty plates,
Were on the ice with no skates
Sometimes you stay away too long
Your presence is in need;
It’s like were sailing with no maps,
Gone hiking with no compass
At times, you don’t show enough care;
It’s like were walking with nowhere to go,
Like were hunting with guns and no ammo
Sometimes I think you hate me, just because I’m here
Your love is too great and it’s all too queer
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