Seared

Even a blind man could tell when she walked into a room


her heat signature unmistakable.

For her own good I told her she should stay away

Being a masochist, she stayed.



She says she learns a lot from the pain of knowing me

her suffering enriches her soul

I don't know what to tell her when she says things like that

I don't understand her, but she doesn't understand me



Every day is one day closer to the end of whatever we are

the final scene of the final act of this play

I need her to understand just this one thing

When I tell her to leave, I'm really begging her to stay



If agony is happiness then it needs a new name

Whatever it is, whatever it may be

Why take pleasure in this pain that we both need?

In the end it makes no difference to me.



words and music by J Franklin Evans