I Don't Have A Clue Why I Thought Of You (Ode to the Divine Miss...Ah You Know Who You Are)

the ice that formed in your veins- are you now a glacier of indifference?
the velvet comfort you offered- are those legs still perpendicular to the ground?
the dreamworld i created to walk in- could it withstand the firestorm of life?
the soft words of persuasion i gave in the night- did you finally understand the myth?

now that we've reminded ourselves of who we are/were-
would you prefer to have a drink or pretend to fuck again?

friends and sinners sharing a smooth, well-aged bottle of emptiness
a dark testimony for a life lived on the perverse side of looking glass

and i still don't know
and you still don't know

does the color of the deceit reflected in you eyes gather the light from my darkness?
does the sound of perversion reflected in my words start as a ripple in your ocean of want?

sinners and friends we could never be both to each other, as we keep the good old days just out of reach
inching ever closer to brink of discovering we are both only memories in a glass

and i still don't know how the velvet palace of your want feels
is it a myth?
is the true path to enlightenment found inside the walls of a seekers purgatory?

and you still don't know the truth do you?
is anything or everything a myth?
is the saddest truth of all, that regardless of how hard we both may try/tried i can't teach you how to feel?