Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn’t think of you today It’s been seven months and counting You’ve moved on I still feel exactly the same
It’s just the that everywhere I go All the buildings know your name Like photographs and memories of love Steel and granite reminders The city calls your name and I can’t move on
Ever since you’ve been gone The lights go out the same The only difference is You call another name To your love To your lover now To your love The lover after me
Am I all alone in the universe? There’s no love on these streets I have given mine away to a world That didn’t want it anyway
So this is my new freedom It’s funny I don’t remember being chained But nothing seems to make sense anymore Without you I’m always twenty minutes late
Ever since you’ve been gone The lights go out the same The only difference is You call another name To your love To your lover now To your love The lover after me
And time goes by so slowly The nights are cold and lonely I shouldn’t be holding on But I’m still holding on for you
Here I go again I promised myself I wouldn’t think of you today But I’m standing at your doorway I’m calling out your name because I can’t move on
Ever since you’ve been gone The lights go out the same The only difference is You call another name To your love To your lover now To your love The lover after me
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.