someday she'll teach herself
how to get past
all this
*******
sentimentalism
she inherited from her
mother
until then its
want
want
want
& can't have
when you go for so long
giving
& never getting back
only to find that
recently
the receiver has
some kind of heart
for repayment
but you don't know
where it lies
& you'll never ask for
the dreadful, dreadful
fear of the
consequence
well, then you start to go
a little bit
crazy
& the things that no one
should ever know
start to shimmy
out of the
carefully manufactured
woodwork
we call self-preservation
its a lonely
lonely
lonely night
in the prairie
so come sing a song with me