Grey Matter

Artists : Jewel : Grey Matter

I love you. I hate you.
Leave. Don't go away.
I can't decide if I like your face,
or if I wish it would stray.
You're a child but you're malicious.
You're sweet but
don't remember my name.
Heads I win. Tails I loose.
Love equals pain.

I am drifting without an anchor
through your ambigious region.
Strange continet, immune to all reason.
And I'm flattered by your grey matter.

Inside my skin I feel your tongue.
It's telling me I'm dirty
and licking my bones.
A scrape against silence,
a knife against a plate,
makes the sound of need on hate.

And I do not understand why
a woman can't just love a man.
You're amusing, you're a
real cool show, with your meat
hooks and barbed wire carnival.
You've got moth holes in your pocket,
You've got moth holes in your soul,
from too many false teeth and
greasy flash bulbs.