Next Time Say No (6/14/08)

THIS GATE LEFT OPEN,THIS DRESS-- A NOOSE HUNG IN THE HALLTHE GODDAMN OPERA-- I DON'T CARE!I DON'T CARE AT ALL. LITTERED MY HOME WITHMOLDING BREAD, I THREAT I'LL TREAD THE LAKEI'LL FAKE A LOSS OR A FALL--------------

(HOW DID THINGS END UP THIS WAY?" -- A LOSSA WAIT, A PATIENCE-- + KEEP THESE DOLOURSTIGHT TO YOUR CHEST)

OR I COULD FAKE A GRINWHEN YOU LEAN INTO MY PEARLS

HEY SNOWGIRL IN YOUR PRINCESS GOWNYOUR HAIR IN CURLSWANNA WASTE ME LIKE YOU DO YOUR COINSYOUR BOTTLE DEPOSIT

HONEST OR PATHETIC I WOULD RATHER BE A LIAR OR IMPATIENT THAN---
(I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN YOU (pl) WERE NO GOOD WHEN)

II. FAT GEM YES SONGS
A RETURN- A REPLYQUIET SUMMER THUNDERSTORM COMINGTHICK WIND THROUGH THE DRESSES ON THE LINE
YOU ARE THE SOFT MOON - YESA MOSS EYED MOON, THE SILVER LINING ON A DRESSA SOFT HOTEL IN PLACESA VACANCY, A DRAIN FOR DISTRESS

I APOLOGIZE, FOR THE THIN PLASTIC SKIN OF MY PATIENCEA TORN HOLE IN MY BAG-HEART ANDTHIS POROUS LOYALTY-- LOOKI TOOK THE LONG WAY BUT I FEEL IT FROM THE START.YOU ARE NO GOOD.

DINNER MADE ME SAD BECAUSEI CANNOT MAKE IT TO YOUR WEDDING. REALIZING THISMADE ME SUDDENLY ASHAMED & I COULD NOT FINISH MY WINE.

WE GO FOR A WALK IN THE SNOW.3AM. YOUR BOOTS AND MINE IN UNISON

III. NEXT TIME SAY NO. PART 2, A TALKING POINT

A TALKING POINT:THE THINNING LINE BETWEEN YOUR NOSEYOUR TIGHT LIPS, YOU CHEW ON SECRETS
I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU (ONCE) & YOU RETURN THE FAVORBY SELF-DESTRUCTING.WHO WILL I LOVE NOW?
WHAT HAVE I DONE, WHAT HAVE I DONE?!AT A STOPLIGHT IN BROOK PARK I TELL A LIE.
YES
I ONLY WANTED TO PROVE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS AN UNWASHABLE SIN.OPEN YOUR PALMS TO ME.I HAVE MADE IT SO I CAN NO LONGER JUDGE YOU.

IV. I DON'T EVEN ASK FOR HELP

THE CEILING FAN LIKE A WINDMILL:SENSELESS MOTION
I'LL SIT AT THE BOTTOM OF YOUR MINDLIKE THE WINE IN THE BOTTOM OF THE GLASS
IN THE PANTRY, THE BREAD MOLDS.THEY WILL SAY I HAVE LET MY LIFE SLIP APART.NOTHING I CAN BAKE WILL BRING YOU HOME.NOTHING I CAN BREAK WILL BRING ME ART.
O HOLY ROAD, RAINY STREETLIGHT GLOSSSUPERIOR DEVOTION, MOTION TO MOLLIFY THE SENSE OF LOSS
YOUR PERFUME, SCENT OF SHOWERSLINGERS IN THE STAIRS. (A THROAT FOR YOUR BOTTLE,A CLIP FOR YOUR HAIR)MY RAIN-SCENTED SAINT, DISAPPEARIN A WISP OF WINTER AIR.

I SUBSTITUTE THE CAT'S GREEN EYES FOR YOURS.YOU WERE HAPPY HERE, WHY DID YOU RUN AWAY?WHAT MADE THIS WORK IS THAT NO ONE MISSED ME AT ALL.I FLOAT AWAY AT NIGHT TO FIGHT MY OWN DECAY.