| I don’t need time passing
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| To tell me that I am scared
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| Don’t need wild mornings
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| To march me faster home
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| I need consultations with my finest advisories
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| And bathing in money that I made on my own
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| I don’t need to know about what you are doing now
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| Or who knew all about the others you preferred
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| I need careful lessons learned and breaths took deeper
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| And resignation to the fact this is my lot
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| You don’t know me, but how could you?
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| You don’t like me, and why would you?
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| I watch you eat and think how freeing it must be to not
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| Let consequence addle your every thought
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| The mindless passing of my only calling has rendered me
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| Shocking to the people that I love
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| Do the mornings frighten you?
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| Does my body please you?
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| Do you trust when I say to you I’m fine just having fun?
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| I could open up to the idea of you
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| But I’m just to tired to finish what I might start
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| You don’t know me, but how could you?
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| You don’t like me, and why would you? |