Dear darling
Your mom, my friend
Left a message on my machine
She was frantic
Saying you were talking crazy
That you wanted to do away with yourself
I guess she thought I would be the perfect resort
Because we've had this inexplicable connection
Since our youth
And yes, they're in shock
They are panicked
You and your chronic
Them and their drama
You, this embarassment
Us in the middle of this delusion
If we were our bodies
If we were our futures
If we were our defenses
I'd be joining you
If we were our culture
If we were our leaders
If we were our denials
I'd be joining you
I remember vividly a day years ago
We were camping
You knew more than you thought you should know
You said: I don't want ever to be brainwashed
And you were mind-boggling
You were intense
You were uncomfortable in your own skin
You were thirsty
But mostly, you were beautiful
If we were our nametags
If we were our rejections
If we were our outcomes
I'd be joining you
If we were our indignities
If we were our successes
If we were our emotions
I'd be joining you
You and I, we're like four-year-olds
We want to know why
And how come about everything
We want to reveal ourselves at will
And speak our minds
And never talk small and be intuitive
And question mightily
And find God, my tortured beacon
We need to find like-minded companions
If we were their condemnations
If we were their projections
If we were our paranoias
I'd be joining you
If we were our incomes
If we were our obsessions
If we were our afflictions
I'd be joining you
We need reflection
We need a really good memory
Feel free to call me a little more often
