My therapist leans forward in her brown leather chair And thoughtfully places her hands and investigating, asks me “So at the this point what do you want?” I sit and introspect. I want a massage I want to understand myself I want to connect better with people I want to stop taking everything personally I want to write better I want to dance better I want a lot of money I want to go get my nails done, But instead I answer “I don’t know Janet. I don’t know what I want.”
Of course I’m tired, but I don’t stop when I’m tired I stop when I’m done
This mantra has been applied to many different situations in my life, from dealing with depression, to cleaning my house. It’s not over till it’s over.
You act high and mighty in the day When your ego is burning hot with the sun But darling I know you too well, And I know the night is coming When you’re alone. Alone with your thoughts Alone with your regrets With no one next to you to kiss your face all over and wish you goodnight The night is coming, babe. And you’re going to reach out in desperation to me. And I will relish leaving you alone. The same way you left me. And knowing that you loved it To see me sad over you. I will cherish every desperate cry of regret you utter to me. And hold them in my heart like treasure As you bellow again and again “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” And I leave you feeling exactly like you made me feel Like there is no one there listening And you’re not heard