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Dear darling Your mom, my friend Left a message on my machine She was frantic Saying you were talking crazy
That you wanted to do away with yourself I guess she thought I would be the perfect resort Because we've had this inexplicable connection Since our youth
And yes, they're in shock They are panicked You and your chronic Them and their drama You, this embarassment Us in the middle of this delusion
If we were our bodies If we were our futures If we were our defenses I'd be joining you
If we were our culture If we were our leaders If we were our denials I'd be joining you
I remember vividly a day years ago We were camping You knew more than you thought you should know You said: I don't want ever to be brainwashed
And you were mind-boggling You were intense You were uncomfortable in your own skin You were thirsty But mostly, you were beautiful
If we were our nametags If we were our rejections If we were our outcomes I'd be joining you
If we were our indignities If we were our successes If we were our emotions I'd be joining you
You and I, we're like four-year-olds We want to know why And how come about everything We want to reveal ourselves at will And speak our minds
And never talk small and be intuitive And question mightily And find God, my tortured beacon We need to find like-minded companions
If we were their condemnations If we were their projections If we were our paranoias I'd be joining you
If we were our incomes If we were our obsessions If we were our afflictions I'd be joining you
We need reflection We need a really good memory Feel free to call me a little more often