I wrote it down. And hoped that you would find it. Long after I had gone. As far away as I could get. From those words I couldn't say. You'll be better off the day I go away.
Your hand is mine so suddenly. What do you find so new in me?. It's just today that makes you think you care. Tomorrow will bring you a new affair. . You don't need me like you say you do.
When I left there was nothing to see. Nothing to cherish and nothing to be. These days it's alright to me. Maybe I'll stay awhile. . The northern air.
Are you loving how you're living. Is it treating you well. Do you greet the early morning alone. Are you leaving who is loving you. In spite of it all.
If I beg you will you smother me?. Just to put me out of my constant misery. This is too much for me to bear. You'd know this too if you ever had been there.
I'm catching on to all the symptoms that you feign. Another shot of something, warm to numb the pain. Lets just be honest and admit we can't go on. You can begin to be yourself once I am gone.
Take it downstairs. No one here cares. Take it outside. Find someplace good to hide. . Now it's just me and the bees. In a cyclone of falling leaves. .
I wish I could draw a line. Through all of nineteen ninety-nine. All except that moment in spring. When I had everything. I had everything. . It's funny how a year can make.
I felt so close to tears today. I had to take a walk. To make it go away. Wrapped up in your coat last night. I hooked your arm in mine. All in my mind.
In your letter you didn't say. The weather would be so dreadful. . But I'm so glad to be here. It's just you and me now honey. Far from the west coast.
I have a yellow and navy sundress. Maybe I'll wear it today. It reminds me of you, your favorite shade of blue. Now the hem is coming out. . I think I'll walk to town today.