well i tried to tell you
that i can't be left alone,
but where are you now,
some leftover planet with sunshine
and women and winter?
i tried to tell you
that you can't leave me alone
and expect me to remain,
or remain the same, but--
where have you gone?
what dream are you living out
now, elsewhere, without me
and my stress and sex?
well i tried to be constant,
but it feels like stagnance to me
and i cannot endure without
your body or your words.