By ZoE
Date: 20 July 2000
It's True
Honey, you put your head in my hands
you put your eyes on the door
because you might want to unlock it
step away from me
for awhile
because little me with my strong words
can be quite overwhelming
Honey, we thought we might have everything right
but you seem to think that hands aren't meant for holding
only for digging through the earth
only for building useful things
my hands are my barriors
If I hate you, they will stay planted firmly in my lap
your car runs smooth on the huge turns
of Oklahoma stretches of land
you love me when I unlace my fear
let you look into the box for a minute
honey, because we both know I pretend to be fearless
but your not the one carrying mace
and honey, it's true
what you said
I keep making barriors of my hands
I keep pitter pattering in the rain
I keep making these idle threats
but it's true
baby, you never played me
like you played that guitar
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