linenandlace

the wind is ruthless
and the trees shake angry fingers at the sky
and the people hunch their shoulders
hold their collars over their ears
and run by
its a cold rain
its a hard rain
like the kind you find in songs
i guess that makes me
the jerk with the heart ache
here to sing you about how i've been done wrong

i am sitting
watching
out the window of a coffee shop
and i am waiting
waiting
waiting for it to let up
and i am rocking
like a cradle
warming my hands with a cup in between
and i am leaning over the table
holding my face over the steam

and before it gets so cold
that the rain turns to snow
theres just a couple of things i'd like to know

like how can you do nothing
and say i am doing my best
how could you take everything
and then come back for the rest
how could you beg me to stay
reach out your hands and plead
then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as i agreed?

it just all slips
away so slowly
you dont even notice
till you've lost a lot
i've been one of those zombies
in vegas
pouring quarters into a slot
and now im tired
and i am broke
and i feel stupid and i feel used
and im at the end of my little rope
and i am swinging back and forth about you

but before it gets so cold
that the rain turns to snow
theres just a couple of things i'd like to know

like how can you do nothing
and say i am doing my best
how could you take everything
and then come back for the rest
how could you beg me to stay
reach out your hands and plead
then pack up your eyes and run away
as soon as i agreed?



ps. i quit smoking pot.
pps. im becoming an alcoholic instead