Walk the Avenue.

This is the lyrical version of my poem "I'll Say it While I still Can"

Has anyone in history felt the way that I am feeling?
Love is enough for me to deal with,
But is it enough to light our way out of this place?
Such self-destruction and self-repulsion,
I am history repeating, and fleeting
I'm wanting, needing, forever, and never believing
No faith, no fret, forget it,
Just forget me,
The rest of them did,
The best of them did.

With he saids and she saids and you saids
And everything in my head, and your head
Oh! anything, anything but that.
Don't tempt me and still attempt to trust me,
It's useless, like you.

Pointless as the red, red rouge
As stupid as the high heeled shoes
You may have it all
You're worth nothing but a late night phone call
But you're so much more than that

Leave me, left me, right me or wrong me
Anything, anywhere, anyway
That you know how
Capture my soul, take all control
I'll let you and if I forget to, remind me:
I'm a real boy now, yes,
You've seen me and touched me
And loved me and felt me
Yesterday is over with
I'm over it
I'm over you
You're the only one who believes that's true...

Pointless as the lies I've told
As stupid as the corner's cold
I'll take the fall
You're still worth nothing than an evening call
But you're so much more than that

It should've been,
Could've been,
Would've never, ever been
You and me,
Can't you see?
You'd never be in love
With anyone or anything
Other than
Yourself.

(Truth is, you're worth nothing more than that.)