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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It’s only dogs that we’re counting on fingers broken long ago. I read with every broken heart, we should become more adventurous. And if you banish me from your profits, and if I get banished from the kingdom up above, I’ll sacrifice money and heaven all for love. Let me be loved.
Let me be loved.
And if my brain quits, well I guess then that’s just it, and if my hands stop working you can call me lazy. And if I get pregnant then I guess I’ll just have the baby, let it be loved.
Let me be loved.
I’ve been trying to nod my head, but it’s like I’ve got a broken neck. Wanting to say I will, as my last testament. For me to be saved and you to be brave, we don’t have to walk down that aisle. Because if marriage ain’t enough, well then at least we’ll be loved.
I felt the wind from the east coming down on my cheek, and thought about how we are all as numerous as leaves on trees. And maybe our’s is the cause is of all mankind; get loved, make more, try to stay alive.
I’ve been trying to nod my head, but it’s like I’ve got a broken neck. Wanting to say I will, as my last testament. For you to be saved and me to be brave, we don’t have to walk down that aisle. Because if marriage ain’t enough, well at least we’ll be loved…
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There’s blood in my mouth because I’ve been biting my tongue all week. I keep on talking trash, but I never say anything. And the talking leads to touching, and the touching leads to sex, and then there is no mystery.
And it’s bad news, baby, I’m bad news. I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news.
I know I’m alone if I’m with or without, but just being around you offers me another form of relief. The loneliness leads me to bad dreams, and the bad dreams lead me to calling you, and I call you and say… CLEAR!
And it’s bad news, baby, I’m bad news. I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news.
And it’s bad news, baby, it’s bad news. I’m just bad news, bad news, bad news.
Because you’re just damage control for a walking corpse, like me; like you. Because we’ll all be portions for foxes. Yeah, we’ll all be portions for foxes.
There’s a pretty young thing in front of you, and she’s real pretty and she’s real into you. Then she’s sleeping inside of you. The talking leads to touching, then the touching leads to sex. Then there is no mystery left.
It’s bad news, I don’t blame you. I do the same thing, I get lonely, too.
And you’re bad news, my friends tell me to leave you. That you’re bad news, bad news, bad news.
You’re bad news, baby, you’re bad news. And you’re bad news, I don’t care I like you. And you’re bad news, I don’t care I like you, I like you…
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Get a real job, keep the wind at your back, and the sun on your face. All the immediate unknowns are better than knowing this tired and lonely fate. Does he love you, does he love you?
Will he hold your tiny face in his hands?
I guess it’s spring, I didn’t know. It’s always seventy-five with no melting snow. A married man, he visits me, and I receive his letters in the mail twice a week. I think he loves me, and when he leaves her, he’s coming out to California.
I guess it all worked out, there’s a ring on your finger and the baby’s due out. You share a place by the park, and run a shop for antiques downtown. And he loves you, yeah he loves you, and the two of you will soon become three.
And he loves you, even though you used to say you were flawed if you weren’t free.
Let’s not forget ourselves, good friends. You and I were almost dead, and you’re better off for leaving, yeah you’re better off for leaving.
Late at night, I get the phone. You’re at the shop, sobbing all alone. Your confession, it’s coming out; you only married, and you felt your time was running. And now you love him, and your baby, and at least you are complete. But now he’s distant, and you found him on the phone, pleading:
“Save the baby, I love you, and I’ll leave her, and I’m coming out to California.”
Let’s not forget ourselves, good friends, I am flawed if I am not free.
And your husband will never leave you, he will never leave you for me…
