Scribblings & Photos by Damian Oxborough @ finishmysong.com
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
The Very First Rule
Some guy said silence is golden
But he can’t have come across you –
It’s the Number One weapon in your arsenal
When you can’t bear to face what’s true.
And you’ve always known it hurts me far more
Than any words you might say.
It’s a sick little method to show you care
So, my love, this is how I must pay?
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love
Then I must look like such a fool
‘Cause all this time I thought I’d been loving you
But I was breaking the very first rule.
But listen up – I bring you good news :
I wanna fuck you all day and all night.
Nothing turns me on more than the sight of you :
I’ll hear you moaning as I lose my sight.
And, without warning you returned from that tower
That I built so carefully for you :
The one I thought you’d always stay safely inside;
That fortress guarding my heart and soul too.
And while I played with myself in a darkened room,
Imagining your hands gliding over me,
A lifetime of friendship fell to it’s knees
And now I’m finally able to see
That my comrade was right; that I’m just a man –
Not even you can escape fantasies
Played out in the mind of a control freak like me..
Friend or no friend : you’re just one more tease.
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love ETC.
But, I wish I could say honestly that a shift
Has occurred, that a light has been shone;
That I no longer feel an overwhelming urge
But I’ve been lying with you all along.
That little word “love” commands no respect
As we stand back and watch our lives change.
It communes with the beast occupying us.
How close it gets is just a matter of range.
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love ETC.
But he can’t have come across you –
It’s the Number One weapon in your arsenal
When you can’t bear to face what’s true.
And you’ve always known it hurts me far more
Than any words you might say.
It’s a sick little method to show you care
So, my love, this is how I must pay?
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love
Then I must look like such a fool
‘Cause all this time I thought I’d been loving you
But I was breaking the very first rule.
But listen up – I bring you good news :
I wanna fuck you all day and all night.
Nothing turns me on more than the sight of you :
I’ll hear you moaning as I lose my sight.
And, without warning you returned from that tower
That I built so carefully for you :
The one I thought you’d always stay safely inside;
That fortress guarding my heart and soul too.
And while I played with myself in a darkened room,
Imagining your hands gliding over me,
A lifetime of friendship fell to it’s knees
And now I’m finally able to see
That my comrade was right; that I’m just a man –
Not even you can escape fantasies
Played out in the mind of a control freak like me..
Friend or no friend : you’re just one more tease.
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love ETC.
But, I wish I could say honestly that a shift
Has occurred, that a light has been shone;
That I no longer feel an overwhelming urge
But I’ve been lying with you all along.
That little word “love” commands no respect
As we stand back and watch our lives change.
It communes with the beast occupying us.
How close it gets is just a matter of range.
If it’s true we’re most cruel to the ones we love ETC.
