buried among 
other favorites
you sing to me
about the girl
I used to be
reckless
oblivious 
preoccupied with
my own pain
so naive

I dreamed then
I was naked 
I dream now
I'm behind the
steering wheel  
but the car's 
driving me
out of control
out to sea

I hear your voice
and I want you
to come over
and wrap your 
arms around me

but then, too soon
the music changes 
mick fucking jagger
reminds me 
I've already 
found what 
I need

but instead of
being comforting 
the choir, that chorus
it mocks me 
and
it taunts me

maybe I will blow
a 50-amp fuse
I'm tired of 
the self-abuse

I already have 
what I need
but I think
you're what 
I want 

you're what 
I feel
but you're 
not real