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.