This is the last time
This is the last time
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried.
Some final words stolen from my touring mates. There really aren't any words to say what I really want to say, or ought to say right now. Thank you to all my friends, from those who stuck by me in the hard times, to those who dropped an ego-stroking comment now and again. You've all made it a pleasure to be here. Some will be sad to see me go, and some will be happy, but I'm sorry for the sad ones...I'm sad, too.
Stay beautiful, darlings. I'll miss you all.
[Ugh, I feel kind of sick right now. You know when you reach that point where you want to let go, but you don't want to let go? That's where I am right now. I know I can't do this anymore. Or at least not now. And a "be back in 5.75 weeks" hiatus isn't going to fix what's broke here. If the role doesn't get taken (seems unlikely, but hey, you never know) and after a few months I'm missing the little Fab Boy too much, maybe I'll come back. But right now I need to just cut him loose and let him do his own thing. Which he's pretty good at, anyway. Thanks to everyone who's come and gone from my boy's life in the past 3 years. And very special thanks to you. Naturally. I'll miss you all very much.]
That I will show my face
One last tender lie
And then I'm out of this place
So tread it into the carpet
Or hide it under the stairs
Say that some things never die
Well I tried and I tried.
Some final words stolen from my touring mates. There really aren't any words to say what I really want to say, or ought to say right now. Thank you to all my friends, from those who stuck by me in the hard times, to those who dropped an ego-stroking comment now and again. You've all made it a pleasure to be here. Some will be sad to see me go, and some will be happy, but I'm sorry for the sad ones...I'm sad, too.
Stay beautiful, darlings. I'll miss you all.
[Ugh, I feel kind of sick right now. You know when you reach that point where you want to let go, but you don't want to let go? That's where I am right now. I know I can't do this anymore. Or at least not now. And a "be back in 5.75 weeks" hiatus isn't going to fix what's broke here. If the role doesn't get taken (seems unlikely, but hey, you never know) and after a few months I'm missing the little Fab Boy too much, maybe I'll come back. But right now I need to just cut him loose and let him do his own thing. Which he's pretty good at, anyway. Thanks to everyone who's come and gone from my boy's life in the past 3 years. And very special thanks to you. Naturally. I'll miss you all very much.]