how can I be drunk
round and a round and a round i go
the looking glass reflects
I have waited all my life
You say you are bonafide
lay your law down on me love.
if you don’t treat me better,
baby i’ll just run away.
i don’t know what drives you
to play these silly games.
I have done what I’ve done,
and it has the ultimate consequence.
in my temple boy, be warned, violence doesn’t have a home.
Then a voice calls me back, “this is not business,
no, it’s more like spiritual.”
I am possessed.
You strike with dry poison.
When will you wake up?
I want you more than the stars and the sun
we could buy an airplane
build a home in the sand
you could tell your secrets
i could understand.
seems we got a cheaper feel now.
Smacked upside of the head,
he lit you up,
fixed you up real good
til I don’t know you anymore.
there’s not a lot of me left anymore— just leave it alone.
you gave it up.
Do you think just like that
you can divide this:
you as yours, me as mine
to before we were us.
No need to push me again.
I know it’s your day in the sun.
What is left?
What is right?
I left the right man.
i let him wake me but decided not to stay.
By the time you’re twenty-five, they will say
“you’ve gone and blown it.”
By the time you’re thirty-five, I must confide,
you will have blown them all.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
how can I be drunk
round and a round and a round i go
the looking glass reflects
I have waited all my life
You say you are bonafide
lay your law down on me love.
if you don’t treat me better,
baby i’ll just run away.
i don’t know what drives you
to play these silly games.
I have done what I’ve done,
and it has the ultimate consequence.
in my temple boy, be warned, violence doesn’t have a home.
Then a voice calls me back, “this is not business,
no, it’s more like spiritual.”
I am possessed.
You strike with dry poison.
When will you wake up?
I want you more than the stars and the sun
we could buy an airplane
build a home in the sand
you could tell your secrets
i could understand.
seems we got a cheaper feel now.
Smacked upside of the head,
he lit you up,
fixed you up real good
til I don’t know you anymore.
there’s not a lot of me left anymore— just leave it alone.
you gave it up.
Do you think just like that
you can divide this:
you as yours, me as mine
to before we were us.
No need to push me again.
I know it’s your day in the sun.
What is left?
What is right?
I left the right man.
i let him wake me but decided not to stay.
By the time you’re twenty-five, they will say
“you’ve gone and blown it.”
By the time you’re thirty-five, I must confide,
you will have blown them all.
poem compiled from lyrics written by Tori Amos. For SPC.