It used to be the club, with its sweat and its drinks, where I would lose myself.
I felt too large and still unnoticed at home – elephant in tight clothing and looking for love in all the wrong places… girls and boys and mothers and fathers.
It used to be the music, with its melody and its chords, where I would save myself.
I was too manic and still so silent at every turn – bouncing around the padded walls in my head and not really knowing how to get out again… home and school and me myself and I.
Now, I am Dorothy, yellow bricks to guide me and who are you – Scarecrow or Tin Man or Cowardly Lion? Are you one of the witches – North or West, good or bad?
Do you wait behind a curtain, dictating all my moves?
Or do you wait back home, in black-n-white, tornado blown blonde hair?
It used to be everything but you. Now, everything is about you.
I want to lose myself in you… I want you… and I don't want to get shattered… but I don't want to hurt you… Let's be friends instead of lovers… I'm not easy... let's be brand new…
And we share the kind of kisses that wizards create, fact and fiction, ruby red lips instead of slippers.
Oh, Spencer, your mouth is home…
And there is no place like home.
