June 26th, 1999 - Purpose

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

Odd mannerisms, strictly cultured

With a compilation contorted jigsaw puzzle

These shoes were made to tip-toe through and leave a mark

This is the starting point for all my future works

Before Deep Puddle, I was a bead of inspiration

Now I get an Iceberg Slim human piano slash orchestra

Playing myself for all my favorite enemas

Everything cons, study and miniscule minds

Take the time to be a better part

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

That voice, that voice is my constant awakening on the hour

Every hour I spring to a ninety degree angle in a cold sweat

Returning to that not-so-comfortable self-esteem

It's next to nothing, non-existent security tugs at my soul

And makes me think more about my self-worth

I splash water on my face to try and wash away my disconnections

This infection is killing me slowly

Slip back in my slumber only to hear it once again

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

Awoken to self, chokin' on a bad dream

No vaccine but to stare and breathe the air

Vision the pattern to listen to my woes

And I suppose to burst reaction 'til the thirst for answers

Lanterns and lightbulbs

Cycles to cover the odors of lost lovers'

Aromas hang loose like the coma induced

Produce seduction and found my true function

I tippy-toe across your dream each night

So as not to wake you

Multiple personalities, a four-headed beast

Caught in between a brief freedom release

As lost as your cause, walking through water and walls

Until we crash and dissolve and martyr our flaws

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

It ain't all love, it's confusion and a waste of time

It ain't all time, it's confusion and a waste of love

It ain't all waste, it's confusion and some time to love

It ain't all confusion, it's love and some time to waste

It ain't all that, it's all of the above

So, scared into this, and you are

And you wonder from the shores how deep the puddle is

Wet feet