written october 22, 2008
if i made a movie they wouldn't talk
they wouldn't know where to begin
but haunting like a memory - the soundtrack would roll.
everyone says they know best
but i know better than myself
'cause when i say it, i switch out the "best" for "nothing".
i know that when i say it is wrong - it's not always wrong
i know that when i say it is right - it's not always right
....pushed aside.....
in my movie - there would be no script
you would hear them cry through violins.
and i wonder why things are the way they've been...
you could have told me all along that i was dumb
i took my anger out on the ones i love
i can be so blind
all i have up in the air....
silly...darling...who'm i kidding?
i would wait for indecision to take me away
silly...darling...who would listen?
i've got rug burn on both my knees
from two separate scenes....
was it him or was it you who took me and let me stay?....
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