Please don't go crazy if I tell you the truthIsn't it perfect? Isn't it just fucking perfect? It's like a conversation we would have. The best parts are those about drugs, Dr. Jekyll and Hyde, pride, the "Oh My God," and the shoulders. It's perfect.
No you don' tknow what happened
And you never will if
You don't listen to me while I talk to this wall
This blanket is freezing, it's been out in the hall
Where you've had me for hours
Till I'm sure what I want
But darling I want the same thing that I wanted before
So sweetheart tell me what's up
I won't stop
Please keep your hands down
And stop raising your voice
It's hardly what I'd be doing if you gave me a choice
It's a simple suggestion. Can you give me some time?
So just say yes or no.
Why can't you shoulder the blame?
Cause both my shoulders are heavy
From the weight of us both.
You're a big boy now, so let's not talk about growth.
You've not heard a single word I have said...
Oh My God.
Please take it easy, it can't all be my fault.
I haven't made half the mistakes
That you've listed so far
Oh baby let me explain something
It's all down to drugs
At least I remember taking, and not a lot else.
It seems I've stepped over lines
You've drawn again and again,
But if the ecstasy's in the wit is definitely out.
Dr. Jekyll is wrestling Hyde,
for my pride.
I read it as a recount of a conversation between two people. It pleases me.
Also today I'm listening to Wilco and Ryan Adams. Question sent me two cds yesterday, and they're both the first ones these guys recorded after kicking heroin (beating a dead horse just occurred to me as extremely funny. If heroin is a horse, I'd beating it. If it's a dead horse, I'm still beating it. Hah). It's good music with just the right bittersweet melancholy, and I'll always listen to it with the memory of her sweet note.
I love everybody!