Slurred Emotions

Little Remote

3-20-08

Sometimes I like
to derive a little fun
being a recov-addict
in a world full of addicts.
It's not so bad, love.
We can make this our new home.

My heart is quiet and priceless.
A film score that
no one hears
and no one sees
but you.
And maybe not you.

I pull up sad songs
and love songs
and "I-don't-love-you" songs
with my little remote,
singing along to the future
and what it does or does not
hold.
Sometimes
we forget why we're here.

Maybe all I want
is a beautiful girl
with a camera for a face
so she can remind me
of my innocence
or of every detail
I thought I'd once known
or misplaced.

You know it all too well
if you don't know it at all.
And maybe
that's why
I love you at all.

I'll take on the world
with my little remote
and program the songs
I already know by rote
and if you don't like them
I won't pretend.
The sadness starts
         as lovers first,
         then friends.
The sadness starts
         then ends.

I can program the world
with my little remote
and I can hope in the present
that she won't get hurt
but if I push the wrong circuits
I hope she'll know
how much she's missed.

I hope she'll know
I love her
and how much she's missed.

Maybe I need a girl with a camera for a face
to remind me of what I miss.