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By Misti Date: 2003 Dec 27 Comment on this Work [[2003.12.27.03.46.28980]] |
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why oh why does he do me like he do I'm asking you even though you don't know pretty soon I'll have no place to go he takes me on hikes in the snow and gets impatient when I close my eyes and listen to the wind saying The Wind is My Friend and Every Wind Has a Different Voice I don't have much choice I love him so pretty soon my ass will have no place to go because when I sing he asks me to stop and when I play beggar he plays cop he won't let me drink until it all dissolves he won't let me wrap my sore spirit in layers of gauze because with him it's always wakey wakey time and the only sublime is when I'm swimming in senseless dreams nothing seems to change I am deranged and he is a whitecoat soon I will be bloated with Almond Rocas and Cherry Coke and he will not choke on silent tears thinking of all the poisoned years all the beers in the world can't save me now I've had more heartache than fate should allow I've got to go but I don't know how jiminy cricket these blues do sting what does a girl do when she can't sing? |