Monologue

Something is telling me I should ask for your number and name right now
My name is HAZE, at least I think it is...
It's been such a long time since I've heard my birth name
Haze is my earth name, let me rephrase
My name is Noah

And from the way you caught my eye, I must say
That everything you portray from the way you demand attention
And presume every man is just looking thirsty
Caught my eyes in an intriguing shade of grey
Not melancholy grey as in dull

But the kind of grey you see just as the sun breaks the horizon
For the first time in a 24 hour cycle
When the few clouds left over from the midnight dew drops
Are few and far between and they sparkle as the sun's rays lace them with
Astounding hues of beautiful incarnate

Kind of like you, but that's a cliche thing to say
Like... you must be tired you've been running through my mind all day
Or something corny along the lines of... dot dot dot... hi... as I would say
With my usual attire on, sneakers, jeans, a designer t-shirt
And my hat backwards as it may... I just feel like the biggest loser on earth

Because even with this earth name, I still feel out of place
What is this HAZE business about you say? Well I'm ashamed
See, I used to smoke to such an extent... the car windows would tint
Even if they were clearer than wind that flirts with your fingers
Especially as you feel winter close nearer

You see, I spotted YOU about seven years away
When everyone my age was getting their fuck on, I couldn't stray
It seems every woman my age I really wanted to be with...
I'd like to analyze and be read, or want the pretty ones in my bed...
Or the ones that broke my heart to be dead !

I'd never wish wells on anyone's grave, I'd feel too bad
If they did fall to a grave danger, I mean... I may have gotten sad
I haven't even cried in seven cycles of my age, by the way I'm twenty
But yes... I haven't shed a tear after my daughter's life was taken from me
All good things come through God right?

I'm somewhat of a spiritual man, but despise the propaganda
Sometimes I hate God for what he did, and for what he won't give me
What I feel I deserve...
But it seems God prefers to see me lust & envy
Every woman that tries to act like they have interest in me

I guess that's where you come along... I have such a strong urge
To just run away with you
I see everything good in you, with me
And with me... Love... isn't that your name?
Yeah... love. I haven't yet found that emotion in me.