Another Day In Paradise

Another Day In Paradise

By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

I know you, but sometimes it feels like we’ve never met

You are a stranger

I am with you, but sometimes I don’t know your name

You are a stranger

I know I’m dreaming, but it feels like more than that sometimes

Sometimes it feels like a nightmare

Sometimes it feels like a memory

How can that be?

I’m haunted by dreams

There are questions I ask that you don’t

There are things I wonder about that you won’t

How are you doing this morning?

Isn’t it lovely?

A good day to cuddle

Another day in paradise

Just another day in paradise

You make me curious

I look in old books for answers,

But it only brings back old memories

What do you want to get out of me?

Do you want anything from me?

I try and wipe my memories to protect myself,

But they survive

My precious memories

Would you meet me if I asked you to?

I’ll take you to the top of the world and I’ll show you the future

If only that were true

There are things you need to know

There are things I need to know

There are things I don’t want to know

I don’t want to know what you have done since I left,

But I’ll ask anyway

I’ll blame myself for this

Sometimes, things go wrong

It’s tragic

You are a wonderful person

I’m not “him”

I’m not the “him” you need

I’m not the “him” you want

I know that, but I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember

I don’t know how else to say it

When this is all over I will build you a house

I’ll build it near a lake with a meadow

We will grow old and fat together

We will fight

We will drink too much

It’ll be romantic

Then we will die

We will buried in the meadow by the lake

The world will forget about us,

But we will always have each other

I remember because of my memories

Memories of us

Memories of you

Good morning

I wanted to spend the rest of my life here with you

I still can,

But you have to go

Dream of us

Another day in paradise

When you dream, dream of us

How can a man die better?

Everybody dies

The thing is to die well

The thing is to not die alone

Do I come to you at night in your dreams?

Do I come to you in the day as memories?

Do I haunt your hours the way you haunt mine?

I wonder if you see me when you look in his eyes

If we have souls, then they are made of the love we shared

Undimmed by time

Unbound by death

Another day in paradise

Just another day in paradise

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By

Nathan Caleb Camerer

You want to try something new?

Try hurling crowbirds at mockingbars

It’s intense and it might make you cry,

But it’s totally worth it

You might open my mind to things I’ve never known

I believe that

I believe you and it’s about time someone does,

But I’m gullible, maybe, and I’m sure you’ll have fun with that

I know you’ll try either way

If I give you the benefit of the doubt it might make it more sporting for you

You only lie if it’s outrageous or really funny

And I’m waiting to see what you come up with

I’m awesome for liking it

You’re awesome for showing it to me

Shove it in my face and show me something new

Educate me

It feels like being in a dive bar listening to Tom Waits,

Nothing but a gallon of Whiskey and a carton of Lucky Strikes for company

Does this chit chat get the creative juices flowing?

Maybe you’ll write something new tonight

Your emotional week is now over

You can tell me all about it

Tell me about your habit of caring for people

People who then abandon you

I will do this to you, but that’s much later

I hope it doesn’t make you physically sick when it happens

I hope you understand what happened

You can only run from the skeletons in the closet for so long

I fucked up

Now I’m here and you’re not

Further from you than I want to be

Trying to figure out how to change that

Stupid drama

You’re going to get hurt

No way around it

Trying to give everyone the same care and attention

Stop and learn

Be more cautious

Slow down when opening up to others

Piling loneliness and misery on top of pain

I have some advice that doesn’t really work

Give me a Gold Star and I’ll talk to you later,

But I don’t want to bug you

You’ll tell me if I do

You prefer straight honesty

That’s what I’ll give you, but only for a minute

Only until those skeletons get their claws in me

Now, my name is Frank and I good you bid evening

While I pretend to get on with my life

My hands still bent on carving out your curves

On my burning bridge, I’ll hold my ground with an AK47

Haven’t you heard an AK47?

It’s become the soundtrack of my life

Haven’t you heard?