“Let’s talk about your hair and how its grown”
all the guts I let spill out of my teeth
all of the things I wish you didn’t know
the way you go through life, your sword unsheathed
About the way I wish I didn’t feel
about how we both know that you don’t care
Let’s talk about these wounds that just won’t heal
how we know we’re not getting anywhere
I’ll go to sleep and dream of better things
And I’ll wish I could stop dreaming of you
Let’s talk about your hair and it will sting
I’ll be numb, I will wish for something new
Please take it easy on me I am yours
But loving you, it really is a chore
By D.A.