these things
Agonythat is all
These ThingsThe words you say They drive me crazy They make no sense with the way I feelThese Things
The things you do They make me lonely Because you take it all away so fast
The way you are It drives me crazy You love me You love me You confuse me constantly
The things you say Can hurt so deeply Words like regret They sting so sweetly
You say you're afraid But you don't see me Crying like a school-girl over you
And now you're here But can I trust you Not to force this down again
My tears are hot &nb
December _Good Thing Coming_you said "you used to be electric" well sweetie i still am i just got caught in the rain is allDecember _Good Thing Coming_
and you know darlin' i wouldn't have been caught out in the rain if you hadn't locked me out in the first place
but there's no use in getting hung up on trivial past mishaps so i'll just keep walking and the sparks will surely start to come back whenever they see fit to do so i suppose
because December's gaining ground and baby, things are stirring no, no, wait baby, things are shaking and pretty soon it won't be raining anymore &nbs
The BerlinerSick of writing about the pianist, she leaves for Berlin and makes her home next to the absence of a wall She contemplates the American Embassy and changes her cigarette brand She sets out walking and considers percentages of lives, eats alone, begins to consider meat as flesh, removes paintings from their frames and in their place hangs mirrors Calling home small voiced she asks after family and friends politely, washing dishes as she does so, the phone in the crook of her neck She makes no friends, does not make love, resents nothing and leaves no &nbsThe Berliner
Little TasksInstead of reading, she decided to clean the windows. They had never been cleaned in all the years that she had lived there. Streaks of old soap and dirt gauzed the morning sun as it entered the room. Pictures of faces and notes that she and her boyfriend had left each other were traced on the glass, ending with muddy fingerprints. It took a long time to clean them and she thought how pleasant a task it was. Naturally, when she was finished, she was overcome with a terrible sense of grief and she sat on the floor and wept.Little Tasks
Bell StreetWhen wrenching hearts isn’t the object; but stripping floors the object -- flinched wood and splintered gaze, to tell tale by my sigh, you loosen chippings and side speak, like listeningBell Street
Both eyes on the fisted wrench of half a day’s work and Your mouth hardly moving, I go to say what and stop.
Like what, like lying side to side I tell you nothing and you in turn keep silently my strictest confidence, as if somehow you could betray me now, as if somehow but no, I couldn’t, you can’t make me Take the last train home and never tell a soul.
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