wanted to remember my mica
You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things.
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget.
You
As if no one ever told you.
(On your own feet, your own feet stand.
Not to wallow in heart ache).
I
But it
(You gotta get out of bed, into it).
When even your bad luck runs out,
not to wallow in self-pitying pathetic dreams.
You know what I mean.
She worked hard to be his novice and then broke into his office.
(With her clothes off, her clothes off still.
Not to wallow in heart ache)
Amor, settle for a small dart if you can
But there
Let me do the talking, now that I
You
that a glued together vase is still a vase.
(Not to wallow in heart ache)
