I wanted to remember my mica You helped me
again to think of the unthinkable things.
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily
forget. You’re surprised at what you
go through. As if no one ever told you.
(On your own feet, your own feet stand.
Not to wallow in heart ache). I’ve
done more than I would like to. But
it’s not all that I can do. (You gotta
get out of bed, into it). When even your bad
luck runs out, not to wallow in self-pitying
pathetic dreams. You know what I mean.
She worked hard to be his novice and then
broke into his office. (With her clothes off,
her clothes off still. Not to wallow in heart
ache) Amor, settle for a small dart if you
can’t find it in your heart. But
there’s a big noise from her chest.
Let me do the talking, now that I’m
here. You’ll steal all the attention
anyway. ‘cause something about you
compels me to feel that a glued together vase
is still a vase. (Not to wallow in heart ache)