Poem: Mescaline

you wish you had a bullet but you'll never take the shot.
how can something be there and then just not?

a city torn down by a hurricane
or the simple pressure of your hands on my waist

a labelside scratch on my favourite CD
or the fact that i can't forget the way you taste.


we're always on the lookout for number one
but the two of us are on the run

from the memories of three-am nights
it's a quarter past four and it's not gonna be alright


is it an inch or a foot? it's all the same tonight
never said it could be done without a fight

you can't forget about your past; i can't forget about today
what we want is always just in the way...