Behind shaky worship heaves a bitter moon. Mother wit and street smarts bloom. Things fall apart the center cannot hold. Women on rockets and the men all follow.
Days are cold and gray. It's hard to be away. But I guess that's what I meant. When I said, I do, and you said it too. . I can't get used to this. No matter how hard I try.
Do you remember me outside your door?. I begged and pleaded for you to stay.. You wanted a man better than yourself -. that's not a man, that's something else (something else).