June 21, 2000
What You Can Never Have
you've got a mink cap
and bloody, red hands
you've got a whale bone comb
and a pressed paper fan
rice powdered cheeks
and a sharpened tooth
but baby I love you
All for the love of what you can never have
All for the love of what you can never have
You tell yourself its going to be another long night ahead
Buck up you made it, now lie in your bed
you are a motel
that takes in travelers through the night
you are a cold water flat up ten flights
and every calculated smile
hits its target straight and true
but baby I love you
All for the love of what you can never have
All for the love of what you can never have
You tell yourself its going to be another long night ahead
Buck up you made it, now lie in your bed
If I stood up and made for the door
and waved the back of my pretty hand
like I've done a thousand times before
I know you'd get up
and stop me before I walked through
because that's the kind of thing
that's the kind of wicked thing
that's just the sort of thing you do
and I stay because I want to.
Posted by bethamsel at June 21, 2000 4:30 PM