whenever i think i am wise and then
whenever i think you are blue it's true
whenever we can be so free not three
whenever they can say no way i'll play
a tune for you and me we three can be
another fam-ily of three we'll see
a joy so nice it's twice as cool as blue
because they said we could and so we did
and when they lie we find we sleep and then
whenever you see me you smile and i
begin to see why you are true to me
and then i cry that's why you'll ne-ver see
me smiling through the tears i'm filled with shame
because i'm a liar
because you are true

when i was three they said of me "he'll never learn to talk"
when i was five and still alive they taught me how to walk
when i was six and played with sticks they took me off to mass
when i was nine i got behind and they spanked me on the ...
backside of life and all was quiet and everything was fine
but all they said and all they did told me nothing i had was mine
and i walked away each day after day but they always brought me back
until later at night when i hid with delight and i slept in an old blue sack
'neath the stairs on the left where they stomped with such heft and the nails in the boards there did creak
but i stayed quite well hid and much later what i did left me feeling a tiny bit weak
so i made them all pay for the things they would say and the way they was treating me bad
but too far did i go when the fire all aglow brought the house to the ground, twas too sad
so i ran far away, on the sea did i stay sailing ships to and fro round the globe
but i'm thin and i'm gray at the end of the day and my season is over, i'm old

when priorities are misaligned my skeleton and my mind and my heart all follow suit

reneging is not allowed

mostly i manage to keep enough of you in the forefront (or you are so generous) you don't notice so much, and you are generally very easy to please anyway, but i feel and see the difference

we need, i think, a pleasant day-trip together...anything in particular that you wouldn't find mind-numbing

the feeling changes, sometimes as molasses and sometimes as dragonflies, but it changes, like a sickness, invading and attempting to overwhelm my defenses, surging and retreating, gathering power before spilling itself over the ramparts of resistance before regrouping

there's a thin line, between pleasure and pain, among other things