narcotic

you are the cause my cause
undue the laws
traumatic and broken by the flaws
of lost lovers and of in laws
no longer heard in tape loops sounding
like Mrs. Bates in Norman's wiggy head...
and letters used to cause such dread.
a slamming door
that could end me on the floor
a tray turns into a day
that wastes away all my good...
I should I should do what I should...
not.

the cause my cause because because
I know The Know
some good things do grow
I also know too much
although with this touch I forgot everything
a nap. my mind. it brings
what if what if's...
it drifts......
to a building. bricks.
a yellow house.
where there, again!
this dream the same sun room...
but my home it was a trampled tomb
resigned restrained learning
to not be consumed
keeps away the impeding doom
a lot.

you are the cause my cause
a narcotic so exotic
if one had bought it... oh you go it
it would be so so so you know --
what you call it?
I don't have to say it
I barely can delay it
don't don't don't yes repeat replay it

I am the cause my cause
because this narcotic
is a withdrawal of my own deposit
a morosoph so dope
years of hurried hope
these tales are a slippery slope
not toxic perhaps a little histrionic
I am the cause this cause
undivided attention, not neurotic
no one but all could mix
and drink this tonic
because I cause
what quickly comes to go...
and what comes must go...
so I know how to die
and to always be both high
and low...  again, I really should...
know.

you are the cause my cause
a narcotic so exotic
if one had bought it... oh you go it
can we try to go slow slow --
will I fall for it?                              [yeeeeesssssssss]
oh how I want to want to say it
I barely can delay it
I am waiting waiting to replay it