How could I have known it?
Your bone-crushing embrace screamed codependence,
Reluctance to let go (in each sense of the word),
And hopeless, heartless lust.
My ears were clogged by then, though,
So how could I have known it?
I only wish you had informed me sooner....
I've got miles to walk
before I talk the talk
because I refuse to boast
or make a premature toast
I'm damn obsessional
Here's my confessional
I've got miles to walk
before I talk the talk
I draw closer to the top
Control grows; it's my crop
but I wish I could say ...
There was once a small, green-eyed child who was born with the wrong brain. She made her living teaching college seniors advanced mathematics and string theory; she read academic journals to pass the time; she dined upon smoked halibut and sipped sparkling grape juice (if only she could drink Champa...