Psychoanalysis

http://allpoetry.com/poem/6502921

Is this the day that I died
or have I just revived
a little bit, oh
Is it just that I know too much
to tell anymore, oh
My darlin', I can't tell anymore
what to hold on to
or what to hold on for

'cause I've analyzed myself
in every steep way
along this road of dismay
and I've analyzed you
from just about every point of view
but yours.

Are these the tears that I cried
'cause I don't recognize
them anymore, oh
Should I guess that I loved you less
than I thought, oh
Oh honey, I can't tell anymore
what it is you deserve
or if I could give any more
than this ...

'cause I've analyzed myself
in every steep way
along this road of dismay
and I've analyzed you
from just about every point of view
but yours.

Oh, can life be any less than bliss
oh, can a fork in the road
be any more than this
pit in my heart? I've dug
my own grave in the shape
of black bags under my eye
and bad luck wished upon your lucky star
at night.
Oh, can a love song ever be
so far from cliché
that I would rather mistake it
for an end?

'cause I've analyzed myself
in every steep way
along this road of dismay
and I've analyzed you
from just about every point of view
but yours.

So tell me, oh, my darlin'
do I even know you?

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