| Something casual, so sure
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| Something I have never known before
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| I don’t want to go
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| (What was I saying the first time around?
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| What was I thinking?
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| What was I saying?)
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| There is a sick grace inherent in healing
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| It’s like peeling off my skin
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| It’s like feeling everything for the first time
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| Like it’s finally sinking in
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| (What was I saying the first time around?)
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| Upstairs through the dark and stars and out the other side
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| Sat a foot apart until the sun would rise
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| Something so sudden and so good
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| I never expected that we could
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| My god, I don’t want to know
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| (What was I feeling the first time around?
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| What was I trying to do?
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| What was I trying to prove?)
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| There is a sick grace inherent in healing
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| I had finally choked that down
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| (What was I trying to get you to approve the first time around?
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| What was I doing the first time around?)
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| First I was softer, then I was stronger
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| Now I am frightened, would you look at me now?
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| How long will I have you? |
| Who am i to speak of permanence?
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| I’ll be fifty in the book of names but goddamn it
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| I’ll be the last on the list
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| Someday I’ll stop begging you of who and how
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| First I was stronger, then I was softer
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| Now I am frightened, look at me now
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| Somehow we managed to make it this far
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| Seems now everything has changed
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| I don’t want to know
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| (What was I saying the first time around?
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| What was I thinking?
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| What was I doing the first time around?)
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| It’s never what I am
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| It’s only what they were
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| I don’t want to know |