newport burning in between my finger having to get out
the complete thought that as soon as he said "what's it gonna be?"
I knew this was the track,
it was simple enough to see...

got the title from the line about marriage
creating a poem thinking about you,
while whatever you do about now,
you continue,

fighting the urge to grab you and shake you,
let you know what it is,
only been loving you from afar so long,
it aint exactly still is what it is,

I'm changed not for the best,
and you, your available fareal
yet you see me even less....

Not even on the radar,
the ship that sails slowly,
slightly retarded in it's attraction,
love discarded, sought? satisfaction...

wanting and wanting,
knowing the circumstance was bred of chance.
connection of bliss denied,
over here on the verge of sickness, watching your true beauty retreat,
rather than advance....