10:23 A.M.
I heard a song on the radio today and it reminded me of a cold December day back in 1996. The song made me miss Melissa.
It was an older song and I had heard it a million times over.
I listened closely and wanted to cry. It was as if all the lyrics suddenly made so much sense.
"Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon Street
We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Theresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job
Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
And if I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?
A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves but don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh
I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met"
-Primitive Radio Gods
