March 5, 2003

• Invisible Ink

  
  

  There comes a time when you swim or sink

  
  

  so I jumped in the drink

  
  

  cause I couldn’t make myself clear

  
  

  maybe I wrote in invisible ink

  
  

  Oh, I’ve tried to think

  
  

  How I could’ve made it appear

  
  

  But another illustration is wasted cause the

  
  

  Results are the same

  
  

  I feel like a ghost

  
  

  Who’s trying to move your hands

  
  

  Over some Ouija board in the hopes

  
  

  I can spell out my name

  
  

  What some might take for magic at first glance

  
  

  is just sleight of hand

  
  

  depending on what you believe

  
  

  Something gets lost when you translate

  
  

  it’s hard to keep straight

  
  

  perspective is everything

  
  

  and I know now which is which

  
  

  and what angle I ought to look at it from

  
  

  I suppose I should be happy to be misread-

  
  

  better be that than

  
  

  some of the other things I have become

  
  

  well, nobody wants to hear this tale

  
  

  the plot is cliched, the jokes are stale 

  
  

  and baby we’ve all heard it all before

  
  

  oh, I could get specific but

  
  

  nobody needs a catalog

  
  

  with details of a love I can’t sell anymore

  
  

  And aside from that

  
  

  this chain of reaction, baby, is losing a link

  
  

  though I’d hope you’d know what 

  
  

  I tried to tell you and if you don’t

  
  

  I could draw you a picture

  
  

  in invisible ink 

  
  

  But nobody wants to hear this tale

  
  

  the plot is cliched, the jokes are stale

  
  

  and baby we’ve all heard it all before

  
  

  oh, I could get specific but

  
  

  nobody needs a catalog

  
  

  with details of a love I can’t sell anyone 

  
  

   

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