Call me the Queen of Hypothesis
I thought it was a good idea
leaving this.
I want to take a razor to the hair I grew
(long enough to enchant you)
but I won't.
I want to spend all I've got
on nothing at all.
A painted, empty fool who is poverty stricken in riches-
filet mignon, a flight to Spain, fancy finery-
but I won't.
Instead I'll cry in the kitchen.
Cry in the bedroom.
Cry at flowers.
Cry at nothing.
But I won't cut off my hair.
I want to give up.
I want to run away.
Leave town, leave society, leave myself.
But I won't.
Instead I'll hurt.
Hurt in the day.
Hurt in the night.
But I won't give up.
This mouth, it does me wrong.
This mouth says goodbye,
when it only wants to be
on your fingertips
on your neck
on your back
anywhere
just not saying goodbye.
These eyes, they do me wrong.
These eyes have seen the truth of things,
when they only want to
watch you laugh
watch you dress in the morning
watch your body moving on mine-
Just watch you.
And blind themselves against the path we have chosen.
I want to take it back.
But...
I won't.
Instead I'll love you.
And love you.
And love you,
love you,
I love you
until I can love me
just as much.
So call us the King and Queen of Hypothesis, darling.
Look at our glass crowns,
how clearly you can see my heart inside,
saving for something more precious
than all the kingdom's gold.
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Call me the Queen of Hypothesis
I thought it was a good idea
leaving this.
I want to take a razor to the hair I grew
(long enough to enchant you)
but I won't.
I want to spend all I've got
on nothing at all.
A painted, empty fool who is poverty stricken in riches-
filet mignon, a flight to Spain, fancy finery-
but I won't.
Instead I'll cry in the kitchen.
Cry in the bedroom.
Cry at flowers.
Cry at nothing.
But I won't cut off my hair.
I want to give up.
I want to run away.
Leave town, leave society, leave myself.
But I won't.
Instead I'll hurt.
Hurt in the day.
Hurt in the night.
But I won't give up.
This mouth, it does me wrong.
This mouth says goodbye,
when it only wants to be
on your fingertips
on your neck
on your back
anywhere
just not saying goodbye.
These eyes, they do me wrong.
These eyes have seen the truth of things,
when they only want to
watch you laugh
watch you dress in the morning
watch your body moving on mine-
Just watch you.
And blind themselves against the path we have chosen.
I want to take it back.
But...
I won't.
Instead I'll love you.
And love you.
And love you,
love you,
I love you
until I can love me
just as much.
So call us the King and Queen of Hypothesis, darling.
Look at our glass crowns,
how clearly you can see my heart inside,
saving for something more precious
than all the kingdom's gold.
I've always loved you. I always will.
