You
who are you
where do you live
what do you do
You
do exist
but I can't see you
I can't see you
How
is this charade gonna end
how sad it is
to not be
with
You.
You
live in my attic
live in a dream
live in my brain
but it ain't
You.
You
I should care for
I should hope for
But
you
do
not
exist.
You
took many forms
many shapes
and sizes
I fantasize
about
you
every day
every night
every hour
of my waking life
You.
You!
where the hell are you
where the fuck are you
how
how do I find you
Oh, you.
Oh, no.
Yes.
There is
not a day
that I don't
think about
you.
You
are a drawing
on a computer screen
a face unknown
a sketch of a dream
- sketch of a dream -
you are.
You
Fuck you
because you're
always hiding
always away
nowhere in sight
You.
You.
You.
You could be
the southern wind
the southern chill
but you are not
and neither am I.
You.
I will never meet you.
I feel it in my guts
I know it for a fact
I feel it as right as rain
You.
There
is
no
you.
