She sat at the bar, muttering inconsolably and slurping down mint juleps. She wore a business suit with sensible flats; she’d tied her…
It’s a nothing houseIn nowheresvilleSheltering nobodies.
Everyone kept her in the darkBecause she couldn’t handle the truth;It was better she never knew.
A wild wind whips through the outer worldChilling joints and putting goose bumps all over meAnd yet not silencing the winter winds still whipping in my soul
You can’t love meWhen I am what I’m called to be.
I can’t love meWhen I try to be what you need me to be.
It doesn’t matter what my lover’s heart is;You’d almost rather I’d bed down with…