Caramia a blank notebook and a backpocket fade,
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you used to mock me sometimes I would cry when I was home later You hurt my feelings,
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why why why, send it down in your notebook my wannabe Harriet the spy
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And some say your genius is in your madness will you get better then will you leave us?
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How you mixed with the darkness at such a young age
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until in your chemistry science and violence turned silence to rage
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Why are you dreaming this, one shoe off and a bridge to cross over
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And where is your taxi fare, are you left by yourself or left by your lover?
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For three nights straight now I dream I keep both of my shoes but I've forgotten my lines and
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I've misplace my cues, and there's a sea full of faces and a show to go on,
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and I'm struck mute at entrance with nothing to draw from
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There were the secrets the big bang and the bigger joke
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You seem to know all of them and injustice makes you red with choke
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You love like you're desperate you don't know what love is
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I thought if there was one thing I could give you one thing I could give you, maybe it was this
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With your head on the bed board the anguished repeat the sweat of our sadness the twist of the sheets
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I don't want what's best for you, where will I be when you've found it?
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I pray a lot about these bad feelings inside but I can't pray my way through or around it
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Caramia
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Indigo Girls |