AWOL

i don´t know why
you´re sometimes so good to me
i´m so loaded
all the time
and you see something else
of course you´re right
but i cannot get to that place

my head seems to be killing me
that´s stupid and dangerous
i should take care

many many years ago
made an emotional miscalculation
chose the absentee life
there are precious few roads back

yes, i love you

between

take a sheet of paper
and rip it in half
that´s me

as my blood keeps pumping through the station
my pulse screeching
my thoughts overloading

don´t be stupid
she said
stop that noise

i know, i know
i look at the trees and grasses
four in the morning
sepulchral
emptied of colour