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.