Alphadisiac: ThE wOrLd AcCoRdInG tO mE

and it’s just me
and it’s just she…so unusual

life is grand
flirtations is banned
rear-view mirror is tan,
reflection.

howled at the moon
faxed a copy too soon?
business is boom, base like turned up treble

she’s off again, you know how she gets
you keep wishing she’ll be tied down
she’ll want you
she’ll need you
she laughs
(i know)
you can’t hold her,
but memory will try

she’ll never commit.
she’s thick
(i know)
or maybe she doesn’t care
where
you bare, your
sole, like proprietor
she owns your…

in her rearview mirror, she stares at her…self.

you’ll never be my world
(i...no)