China Crisis

Its not the spiritual, its not the intellectual,
Its not the merely pitiful, that makes me feel this way.
Its not the walk that I take through the park to her place,
It's the breath she takes in-between the words her mouth makes.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
More like a sister to me, when she was 23,
She drew a picture of me, the likeness was uncanny.
We bless the notes in margins, in the books from the libraries,
They tell us what to feel, how to love and when to heal.
Oh curse my mind for not ceasing my mouth when the moment was perfect.
She said 'Shut up, wake up, I can smell the coffee why can't you when its so near',
She said 'Hold it, embrace, it these feelings are so real but you just choose to ignore them.'
She said 'Screw it, just leave it, the moment was perfect but it won't be for much longer.' "it' hard for me to leave when you act like 17, did you ever fucking listen when your head was caving in, you're far too dumb and stupid to look me in the eye, i don't know why'