One could say that she looked like
she was a fugitive from a mental institution.
A beautiful one.
As we plunged into a small space between two very old trees,
she took down her pants and
pulled me closer.
Her big brown eyes raging madly,
as if I were her executioner.
Take me home,
I have no home.
Take me back,
I have no past.
There's an alien in my boat and there is no way I can ever,
ever rest.
She was commanding me to kill the chaos
that took shelter in her hands.
Just like me,
no love,
no words for the dying,
no future.
Just two lonely people, forever lonely.
And *** brought us together.
It wasn't charming.
It wasn't cool.
It was only very real.
That's why I never got married.
Take me home,
I have no home.
Take me back,
I have no past.
There's an alien in my boat and there is no way