can't
you see
what
you're not to me.
I
can't look,
you
can't see
If
there was a lot of nothing
its
all you'd ever be.
a
little of this,
but
nothing for me.
And
in your tainted spotlight
and
in your misty whims,
and
in all where there is nothing
is
only where you will fit in.
So
mock me, hate me
make
me you.
And
together we will be nothing
the
perfect look for two.
Rainbough
Bouchard
copyright
1998
