Part One ~ Morgan

Oh baby you're too pure

Every time you walk into the room you're like an angel, like a heavenly angel sent to take my breath away. And you do, every single time.

You're too pure for this wicked world

The world is full of evil, and most of it you have seen, but you shouldn't have to see it, to know it's there, You're a princess Angel and you should be anywhere but here.

Your data's uncorrupted

So perfectly pure, although your flirting is often less so, but your smile, your laugh, your charm, none of that has been altered by the horrors you see, you are still you, still perfect and as wonderfully happy as ever,

But does something skip inside you?

But sometimes I see that little glitch, that beautiful glitch that shows me you are just like me, that I am not the only one here suffering, struggling against the sea of evil and the limitless horrors.

That's what takes up time in this life

I realised I spend most of my day at the office watching you, talking to you, laughing with you, trying to figure you out. Trying to get behind those walls you have and let you past mine too.

Add up the sum of the slights and Sooner or later Love comes inside you, gets behind youTakes you under it's wing

It's the brushing of my hand on your lower back, the tighter than usual hugs, the glances that stretch on longer than is deemed appropriate and the way I catch myself looking at you sometimes, surely you must have noticed.

Every little thing about you is so you, so loveable and I found myself sweeped off my feet by a woman who had no idea of her magnificent power over me.

Is it some kind of function? A reconstruction of what you've always been?

How come I am just getting swept away now? I was fine with friendship until not so long ago, now all I think about goes back to you. It was when Lynch came a switch seemed to flick, and here I am lusting over a woman who I can't have. You have tampered with the wiring in my head and it's never going to go back, and I really don't want it to.

Sense memory, that's so passe Is that what passes for vision these days?

All I seem to have are memories of that gorgeous smile, that dirty laugh, those beautiful eyes. We don't just hang out anymore and I miss us, I miss you. It seems my memories are all I have left.

I engineer no strangeness

I'm not like Lynch, I don't know about your Graphic Novels, I don't understand when you talk about computers. In short, I guess I'm not your type, I'm boring and bland and not what you need or want.

I don't have that modern streak

I am not up to date in all things cultural, I don't know about what you like right now. I guess I'm just too old fashioned for you.

What fills up this space in your life?

Lynch is the one that take this spot, the one that you go home to, the one that is receiving those smiles, the one that I wish I was some days, most days.

Does the sum of the slights hurt?

Does the fact that I am not in your life as much hurt you as much as it does me? Does the loss of that intimacy, that simplicity that was 'us' and our friendship cause you any pain? It's killing me.

Sooner or laterLove comes inside you, gets behind youTakes you under it's wing

Love has got me, Cupid has trapped me in his grasp and I cannot get free and with each day I see you smile at him, for him, it hurts a little more, the knife draws closer to my heart, my heart that now beats only for you.

Is it some kind of function?A reconstruction of what you've always been?

You seem to have changed now, but maybe that's because I've changed too. The woman I love is hidden behind the woman he loves and I wonder if this is how you always were but I was too blind to see. I wonder if I was too blind to notice that you didn't care for me.

What'd you think?