PSA.
As of yesterday, my marriage is over. I don't want to discuss or relive it, although I appreciate the five particular people who are going so much out of their way to keep me glued together. For the time being, we'll be staying in the house that we recently signed the lease on, I'll just be relocating to a different bedroom. Thoughtless things were done, but in the end it took both of us to get it to that point, and thus far, I can't muster up much anger. I love her with the whole of my heart, and would jump at the chance to change this, it just doesn't look like that'll happen.
So if I seem to fall of the face of the planet for a while, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm going to break in half, and if I discuss it anymore, I'm just going to cry more, and if I cry any more, my headache may just crack my head open, which would be no good.
Thank you for being there, you know who you are.
You're telling me we gotta talk
That you can't go on holdin' it inside
No it isn't anybody's fault
I shouldn't blame myself, you know I tried
You thought it through, how you agonized
Though it took some time, now you know for sure
What we have really isn't what you're looking for
Say no more
Baby, I get the picture
Say no more
'Cause I'll never understand
How you fell out of love
But you spelled it out enough
I'll be okay, and you'll be okay
Please walk away and say no more
No it really doesn't ease the pain
When you say you wish it had all worked out
And being sorry isn't gonna change
What I'm losing here, what I'm feeling now
There'll be nights when I toss and turn
With your hollow words ringing in my ears
I think I heard enough to hurt about, you made it clear
Say no more
Baby, I get the picture
Say no more
'Cause I'll never understand
How you fell out of love
But you spelled it out enough
I'll be okay, and you'll be okay
Please walk away and say no more
- Clay Walker, Say No More
welcome to:
no amount of stoned makes you feel okay
welcome to:
this year's alone - brought to you by christmas day
welcome to:
the darkness into which prayin' people pray
it's quiet here except for this song
now that everybody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
welcome to:
something like elation when you first open your eyes
just cause it means
that you must've finally got to sleep last night
welcome to:
the precipice between groundlessness and flight
it's quiet here except for this song
now that everybody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
besides which
welcome to:
taking the good stuff down off of the shelf
and welcome to:
the art of conversation with yourself
welcome to:
humming an unbroken tune
all day long
yes it's quiet here
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
- Ani DiFranco, Welcome To
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
her hair bears silent witness
to the passing of time
tattoos like mile markers
map the distance she has gone
winning some, losing some
but she says my sister still calls every sunday night
after the rates go down
and i still can never manage to say anything right
and my whole life blew up
and now its all coming down
she says, leave me alone
tonight i just wanna stay home
she fills the pot with water
and she drops in the bone
she says, i've got a darkness that i have to feed
i got a sadness that grows up around like a weed
and i'm not hurting anyone
i'm just spiraling in
and then she closes her eyes
and hears the song begin again
she appreciates the phone calls
the consoling cards and such
she appreciates all the people
who come by and try to pull her back in touch
they try to hold the lid down tightly
and they try to shake well
but the oil and water
they just wanna separate themselves
she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
- Ani DiFranco, Jukebox
So if I seem to fall of the face of the planet for a while, I'm sorry. I feel like I'm going to break in half, and if I discuss it anymore, I'm just going to cry more, and if I cry any more, my headache may just crack my head open, which would be no good.
Thank you for being there, you know who you are.
You're telling me we gotta talk
That you can't go on holdin' it inside
No it isn't anybody's fault
I shouldn't blame myself, you know I tried
You thought it through, how you agonized
Though it took some time, now you know for sure
What we have really isn't what you're looking for
Say no more
Baby, I get the picture
Say no more
'Cause I'll never understand
How you fell out of love
But you spelled it out enough
I'll be okay, and you'll be okay
Please walk away and say no more
No it really doesn't ease the pain
When you say you wish it had all worked out
And being sorry isn't gonna change
What I'm losing here, what I'm feeling now
There'll be nights when I toss and turn
With your hollow words ringing in my ears
I think I heard enough to hurt about, you made it clear
Say no more
Baby, I get the picture
Say no more
'Cause I'll never understand
How you fell out of love
But you spelled it out enough
I'll be okay, and you'll be okay
Please walk away and say no more
- Clay Walker, Say No More
welcome to:
no amount of stoned makes you feel okay
welcome to:
this year's alone - brought to you by christmas day
welcome to:
the darkness into which prayin' people pray
it's quiet here except for this song
now that everybody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
welcome to:
something like elation when you first open your eyes
just cause it means
that you must've finally got to sleep last night
welcome to:
the precipice between groundlessness and flight
it's quiet here except for this song
now that everybody's gone
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
besides which
welcome to:
taking the good stuff down off of the shelf
and welcome to:
the art of conversation with yourself
welcome to:
humming an unbroken tune
all day long
yes it's quiet here
but hey
least you don't have to play along today
- Ani DiFranco, Welcome To
in the jukebox of her memory
the list of names flips by and stops
and she closes her eyes
and smiles as the record drops
then she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
her hair bears silent witness
to the passing of time
tattoos like mile markers
map the distance she has gone
winning some, losing some
but she says my sister still calls every sunday night
after the rates go down
and i still can never manage to say anything right
and my whole life blew up
and now its all coming down
she says, leave me alone
tonight i just wanna stay home
she fills the pot with water
and she drops in the bone
she says, i've got a darkness that i have to feed
i got a sadness that grows up around like a weed
and i'm not hurting anyone
i'm just spiraling in
and then she closes her eyes
and hears the song begin again
she appreciates the phone calls
the consoling cards and such
she appreciates all the people
who come by and try to pull her back in touch
they try to hold the lid down tightly
and they try to shake well
but the oil and water
they just wanna separate themselves
she drinks herself up and out of her kitchen chair
and she dances out of time
as slow as she can sway
as long as she can say
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
this dance is mine
- Ani DiFranco, Jukebox