of love and lack thereof
i’m tired of what you do to me,
all the things i’ve let you do.
so i’ve been scraping you off of the back of my mind
and i’m trying to forget about you.
i’ve been spending nights in your procrustean bed
with you naked next to me, dreaming of her
you’ve turned the her you once dated into a her you created
and she’s a her i am not, that’s for sure.
you think that you’ll find all your answers
where everything’s fancy and nothing is free
but all of your eloquence will be stifled by elegance
sparkling inside of a lonely vitrine
you close your eyes and you see her,
she’s all the things that you think that you need
you’ve built her into the walls that surround you
and one day you will have to be freed.
you know i’ll be there to free you, baby
as much i’d like to be gone
i can’t seem to commit to the resolve to resist you
and i start to miss you before long
meanwhile i’ll spend nights in your procrustean bed
feeling sorry i only know how to be
nothing fancy and everything free
and hoping, imploring, that one of these mornings
you’ll open your eyes and see me.
William Allen - Carolyn's Song.mp3
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