tiredit’s sitting by the overcoat,
the second shelf, the note she wrote
that I can’t bring myself to throw away
and also
reach she said for no one else but you,
cuz you won’t turn away
when someone else is gone
I’m sorry ‘bout the attitude
I need to give when I’m with you
but no one else would take this shit from me
and I’m so
terrified of no one else but me
but I’m here all the time
so I won’t go away
it’s me, yeah I can’t get myself to go away
hey, it’s me, and I can’t get myself to go away
oh God I shouldn’t feel this way
reach down your hand in your pocket
pull out some hope for me
it’s been a long day, always ain’t that right
and no Lord your hand won’t stop it
just keep you trembling
it’s been a long day, always ain’t that right
well I’m surprised that you’d believe
in any thing that comes from me
I didn’t hear from you or from someone else
and you’re so
set in life man, a pisser they’re waiting
too damn bad you get so far so fast
so what, so long
it’s me, yeah and I can’t get myself to go away
it’s me, yeah and I can’t get myself to go away
oh God I shouldn’t feel this way
i'm in that space where i'm not in the mood to go to bed yet, but i'm lacking the cognitive function to do any more homework (almost caught up in that damned oppression class, go me), lacking the coordination to knit (gods, but my mother's blanket is going to be gorgeous; it's made out of this, but it's so much warmer than that, knitted up), and soon i will be lacking the coordination to type. i should put myself to bed soon, brain be damned.
it was a good night. Jeff and I and Ginger and Dan and Adam and Em sat around Crossroads and visited and ate (a pile of red curry in my case, which was just what i needed, and was damned tasty), and then Jeff and i wandered off to Old Navy and Target. then home, and homework.