Miranda

We were intrepid, it seems for no reason We were an infinite, fantastic feeling Not really worthy to consult, but worth a room and in the know, and you don't owe anybody that You cut a conversation short and I can't quite tell If it was insincere, a strangeness you felt Or if you simply didn't care; I came from out of nowhere; why would you care about some juvenile book But while you still Know my name Take the time To set the record straight Keep a good record of these eyes and all they hold The warmth of my arm on your neck, the energy so thick And all the depths of the cosmos swam between our souls Or whatever, you know I didn't mean to say that I know something real You don't owe explanations of the way you feel Not to the masses, or to me; I simply wondered if you'd seen A connection that was forged deep in steel Or was it never really more than how it started You tried to shoo away the highlight of the party As a not-so-subtle strip show from a singer, famously she's in the ringer We've all made desperate, sad plays like that But while you still Know my name Notice what Means something Keep a good record of these eyes and all they hold The warmth of my arm on your neck, the energy so thick And all the depths of the cosmos swam between our souls Or whatever, you know I think I've known you before In dusty eyes, you ignore My one-sided fantasy A whirling past Only me I'm either so in touch, or so out Your expression tempts my doubt Call me crazy