In Time

I've been enveloped in my own prophetcy for years 
how do I accept it? what must I do? 
to be dead inside like a vast grave, 
I barely smile, 
I loose my light... 
but not my dreams 
I'm on the edge of a grey ocean 
everything that could have been, will be... 
in another place, another space of time. 

I called you my king, you called me your queen 
and we sat on beer cans and hair pins and caps 
until you got tired 
and cast to the ground your old shoes and your cigarettes 
you were my cowboy and you were my tease 
and you jeered and scorned me in between scenes 
of desert and confusion and cluttered dreams... 
you never really wanted to talk about 
Now I hear you 
fifty miles away... warm... safe 
in your living room with a shadow 
a girl who is not me... 
and she plays and laughts back all those lines you never gave to me 
in time.