(no subject)
i should have told you i would be difficult
i should have shown you the scars on my soul
i should have told you i wanted you to take care of me
without allowing you any of my control
and i want to save you from myself
i want to save you from everybody else
i want to be inside you when i can
and I am doing the best that i can
you beautiful man
i am doing the best that i can
oh, you beautiful man
(about 2 years ago
i listened to lori
and didn't care much for her.
and now i do.
lesson learned: don't
give up on music.)
and on the bright side, i'm very glad that my paranoia was again,
wrong.
and there was never anything to worry about.
my insides can't sit still.
mama, don't cry
he's got his first camera
and he's taking photographs
of his mama's legs
and her old steamer trunk
and her jewelry
and her old faded bedsheets
where she cried
he saw her cover her face and cry
there's an old train
it goes to the city every day
it shakes mama's china
and it makes papa mad
because he knows
his little boy hears it every day
and mama cries
that's why mama always cries
mama, don't
mama, don't cry
the snow is melted
and you've had your chance for lullabies
mama, don't
mama, don't be sad
i'll think of you on the train
and maybe you'll do the same
he stole the steamer trunk
he pawned mama's jewelry
he found a hooker
with legs just like hers
but he's still taking photographs
and sending them home
so she won't cry
he hates it when mama cries
mama, don't
mama, don't cry
the snow is melted
and you've had your chance for lullabies
mama, don't
mama, don't be sad
i'll think of you on the train
and maybe you'll do the same