Not At All

Aug 28, 2011 00:26

(scribbled on the back of a receipt, and two napkins -- at a coffee shop on Clement St.)

They say a storm's a-coming
And honey, I'm tired of running
This is the calm
Before I'll be gone
And I don't even know you
No, I don't even know you
Not a little
Not a bit
Not at all

Was it foolish to speak
Did I judge you too quickly
But you say these things
And they're all nonsense to me
Enough with all this unraveling

If you were who they'd say you'd be
How are you sharing time with me
Not so mighty
Nor so low
Oh, what a sight to behold

Can we hold on to each other
Before the whips begin to fall
Because you don't know me
Not a little
Not a bit
Not at all

I was only trying to make sense of it
This thing I couldn't make sense of
What is true hate and what is true love?

Between love
Between hips
Between lies
Between cold
To understand the things you could never know

It was a face I thought I knew
Before I ever met you
It's a glimmer and sometimes I want to chase it still
But to do so would only bring detriment to will

Questions
Answers
Demands
Requests
Only you can know what you need best

I convince myself that this is all there is
But I know I'm still searching
Maybe to search is to find meaning
A quiet in the anxiety
A reassurance within the calamity

You say the names and the places
Coincide with the happenings and the faces
But I disagree and I hold on to mine
Alone
Serious

When was it a crime
To put a value on time?
You speak of fear of your own genius
Yet when I mimic it holds no weight

Weight for me
Wait for me
Old ghosts of galore
What are you all galavanting for?

In this secret room you can't recognize
And you won't try
Although we are both at fault

This child I have abandoned
Will it recognize me yet?
However forlorn
However intricate
My beloved immortal
I pray you'll forgive me yet
'Cause what is time if not to forget?

I wish I knew why they stirred me so
Oh cronies
Oh haggards
Oh demons I could do without
Why torment
Why go there
Why even appear?

He said maybe one day I'll make sense of it soon
Comme Pierrot dans "Au Clair de la Lune"
Mais je ne veux rien
J'n sais rien
Et donc
Et donc
Et donc

O Calamity in society
Oh wishing well
Oh bell jar
Suppose it all came down to a question of faith and love
With seven pounds to spare?

A la discotheque
Who are you avec
Pardon my Franglais
I'm just looking for je ne sais
Pas de deux
Pas de toi
Pas de moi
Pas de chat
In leaps and bounds
And heaps and rounds
The man I never knew
The man who could never be you
My d'accord, d'ecoutez
Et donc
Et donc
Et donc

I was never very good
At being clean
Or finishing things
Always starting a mess
And leaving it
I'm waiting for you
To leave me
Because they always do
Eventually
But only if I don't
Get the opportunity first

Oh Alice
Stop running
Or who are you running away from
You think you've left him in the room
But he's attached to your broom
Because it was never him to begin with

Like a love song
Like a live swan
Like a long sip

Quenched.

la vie, writing

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