Anything but Real

Do you want me
To find a rock and crawl beneath it?
Or do you want me
To scrape the earth of dirt and eat it?
Or do you want me
To want you?


There’s times you hold me
Responsible for all your sadness,
And then you hold me
To ransom in a state of madness;
When I just need you
To hold me.


When you want, and you need,
When you wish, and you feel,
Never coincide with anything that’s real.
Never coincidental; anything but real.


So you tell me
To find someone to tell I love her,
And you tell me
The last is gone but I’ll recover;
When I just wish that
You’d told me.


If it’s over
All the things I’ve said and done to you,
Or it’s over
Everything I am and could be for you;
Then it feels like
It’s over.