words are looking so good.

Nov 17, 2003 16:34

That was the last time I ever saw her-
through a shop window, sleeves to her elbows.
I walked past and kept on walking
and lit a smoke with my hands shaking.

She was something else

A few summers ago
we spent weeks in her room
just having sex and listening to jazz
and that was the life.

But I didn't know at the time

Blinds drawn at twelve noon
with daylight pouring through
projecting lines on her body

Move on, move on, move on
Smoke your smoke and move on

I should go back
see if she's still there
standing like a statue

Try to get some rest,
count backward from ten.

You've gone too long without sleep
I know you can't rest stressed, so give up.
Don't say no to pills,
Ativin won't kill.

You said, 'My life's like a bad movie,'
I said, 'That's true of all us.'

You said, 'I've got to wake up so fucking early,'
I said, 'Maybe the director's turned on us.'

Outside the 5 sounds like the ocean,
relax, don't keep your eyes open,
don't look at the clock,
your brain will never stop.

Don't say no to pills,
Ativin won't kill.
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