lyrics by Robert Braathe, seeking music and a vocalist

I look at your like your misfitted
You look at me like I’m dimwitted
I comfort you with a plot that’s twisted
You twist on me like a storm that’s misted

My college ain’t the place that you missed me
Your cottage ain’t the place that you kissed me
I manage to go beyond the senses
But you always seem to swing for the fences

Chorus

When you give me that dark…gaze
Brings be back to that Purple Haze
You’ve got that dark…gaze
What’s ailing you goes on for days
With that stark…maze
and that dark…gaze

You act your age when your symbolizing
I act in rage when I’m sympathizing
You crawl away like a ancient serpent
I bawl away like a sacred servant

Chorus

When you give me that dark…gaze
Brings be back to that Purple Haze
You’ve got that dark…gaze
What’s ailing you goes on for days
With that stark…maze
and that dark…gaze

When will you learn I’m not empty handed?
When will I learn the you are forever branded?
I don’t know long I can stand it…

When you give me that dark…gaze
Brings be back to that Purple Haze
You’ve got that dark…gaze
What’s ailing you goes on for days
With that stark…maze
and that dark…gaze

When you give me that dark…gaze
Sticks to me like a sugary glaze
You’ve got that dark…gaze
The trial it leaves can last for days
With that stark…maze
and that dark…gaze