I've got no plans for tomorrow.
I've got no plans in sight.
In fact I'm free this week.
I'm free this month.
I'm lonely. Lonely this year.
I'm lonely forever.
But today...
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Baby, why am I worried now? Did someone make a fool of me, before I could show them how it’s done? Can’t give up acting tough. It’s all that I’m made of. Can’t scrape together quite enough to ride the bus to the outskirts of the fact that I need love.
There were times that I tried one for every glass of water that I spilled; next to the bed; retching pennies in a boiling well; in a dream that at once becomes a foundry of mute and heavy bells. They shake me deaf and dumb. Say, someone made a fool of me before I could show them how it’s done.
It was so clear to me, that it was almost invisible. I lie across the path waiting just for a chance to be a spiderweb trapped in your lashes; for that I would trade you my empire for ashes.
But I choke it back; how much I need love.
