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What've You Been Up To?
Filthy hands clutch filthy dolls in the apartment complex in Bridal Falls where your ex lives now. Muffled laughs seep through walls and family fights spill into the halls and you wonder how he puts up with it when he never could put up with even the smallest things when he was with you. Mmm, what has he been up to?
From the starting gun, he'd already won. He said, "When this ends, we will not be friends."
Guilt compounds over days, but a telephone works two ways so there's enough for you to share. You try not to care, but it tears at you that what he said was true. Mmm, what has he been up to?
From the starting gun, he'd already won. He said, "When this ends we will not be friends. In the evening light we listen to the cats fight. At the end of day when I know you want to turn away, baby, when this ends, we will not be friends." Mmm, what've you been up to?
Following a well-used path before easing beneath the waterline. We were following a well-used a path. We saw the signs, the rising waterline, our love in decline.
You've never been grabbed by the guts. You've never been kicked in the neck. Dragged out, and wrung out, and drugged up and knocked up, you never needed to. You never wanted to.
I ran into your best friends and, oh, the things they say about you now. And your long lost lovers, well, the adjectives, the gestures!
So sorry to fold so soon. It's so sad, but such a nice tune. I meant every word I said. I still do.
I know you; you are lost when you are found, so much more comfortable in frowns. You and I, we are lost when we are found. Comfortable in neglect, we will be comfortable in the ground. We are the joke that gets the biggest laugh.
You say you've got no kind words for anyone to their back or face to face. You say the cruelest things and all the while you wear the most endearing smile. Oh, is it any wonder they love you?
Sods on Sods
If I were sure of something, it would be this: you were made for better things, for better days. You've been made in better ways.
Ooo, I'd break every bone in my head to see you ok.
While you were dancing around your point, while you stalled, you gave up another plot. You gave up all your ground and you got nothing.
Ooo, my eyes are clear, my head is clear, my heart is clear. My heart is in your hands. But this is you in a corner; this is you in a mess. This is hardly even you at all.
It's the quiet after this that kills us, while you keep waiting for this to blow over.
You make it a game where you are the tyrant. You rewrite the rules and you dictate the outcome. And I played along; I was the scoundrel. But I had a friend, an accomplice, a partner. There are chat shows full of people who would have your head. There's a man at a hotel desk who knows your name, knows your face.
Unrelatable, but irreplaceable, neighbor's couches, hemmed-in house. We watched as the skyline grew lighter and wider, my own executioner, my love.
Heko leaves his bed. He feels like wine. Heko walks the park to take his time. Heko leaves his name across the street. Heko leaves his dirty work to me.
Heko tells me off. Heko makes it easy for me. Heko leaves his name.
We Are Legion
Too often skewered, too often left, too often sick and bereft, too often confused and easily led. You too often left us for dead. But if we change in the new year, it's only because we have to. Given the choice, given the space, we never would. And if we say we will call you, you really shouldn't believe us. Given minds of our own, we never will.
So easily tossed, so easily lost, so easily taken to rut. So easily led around by our hearts, so easily dragged through the mud. (Oh, I know, I know.) But if we change in the new year, it's only because we have to. Give the choice, given the space, we never would. And if we say we will call you, you really shouldn't believe us. Given minds of our own, we never will.
Call us a legion if you have to, moving slowly toward the day, a day of confession, of reconciliation. Oh, do you believe in love? Because we do. We know if because we've seen it. (Seen it on billboards, seen it on the big screen, seen it on tv, seen it on greeting cards.)
Angel, Angel, Down We Go Together
is a Morrissey cover. Feel free to look up the lyrics.
Your Guess Is As Good As Mine
The evening light is gone. I turn on a sad, sad song. You left me waiting and I left you exasperated. I can't figure out where we went wrong.
Sometimes the phone rings; I think it's you. And I'm not exactly sure what to do. You hang up on the answering machine. I watch the phone's lights blink at me. I guess it's wasted effort.
This apartment's got me down. Your cat's hair still mats the ground. The bathroom still smells like hairspray. Do you know someone who needs a roommate? Maybe you could ask around.
In the Morning
In the morning, I'll be leaving before you wake. I will touch you on your closed eyes. You never asked if you could kiss me. You never asked to come with me. You never asked.