a new song and some thoughts.... maybe
When did sex start constituting as love or a relationship. I can't walk that parade, it's not me. See nothing seems to be about love lately. I am floating, hoping someone would come along. Everyone is a tease and a flake, but I can't blame them. I don't want to be owned. I want to be part of someone's life. It scares me to complete someone. I am a dissapointment and I wouldn't want to disappoint them. I don't even know if I want to be in love. I hate that ache you feel when you miss someone , or when your heart falls 1000 feet to the ground. He told me I move like no one has and that I touched him like no one else has. But everything has a line and I am tired of that script. I don't want someone to worship me, I am not a celebrity nor worthy of worship. I just want a hug and a kiss and an embrace to put my head together. I miss Tom Waits and he's getting married. I want to run and claim him, but there is no love there, just a game called lust. My body feels good againest his but maybe that's only because it's been so long. Once again, it's an uncomfortable embrace. I don't want anyone to know who you are or that I sleep with you. With all these failed relationships, I don't think I want to go around that mary go around one more time. It was dark and I was in Queens, Echo and The Bunnymen was playing in the background, I thought I was in California and I felt safe because no one knew I was there. Your passion is intense and from a world I don't think I am ready to experiance yet, it'll swallow me whole and I am afraid to escape.
A song ..... I'll leave it at that.... opinions anyone?
A song ..... I'll leave it at that.... opinions anyone?
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Originally performed by Nina Simone. Jeff often performed it live.
The other woman finds time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
And she's never seen with pin curls in her hair
The other woman enchants her clothes with french perfume
The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room
There are never toys that's scattered everywhere
And when her baby comes to call
He'll find her waiting like a lonesome queen
Cause when she's by his side
It's such a change from old routine
But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep
The other woman will never have his love to keep
And as the years go by the other woman
Will spend her life alone
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