So to the bunchy luncheons
with the second on my list of things to do
At the top you're stopping by your place of work
and acting like I haven't dreamed of you and I
and marriage in an orange grove
You are the only thing in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn selfish and too old
I sat you down and told you how the truest love
that's ever found is for oneself
You pulled apart my theory with a weary
So yes i guess i'm asking you to back a horse
that's good for glue and nothing else
But find a man that's truer than
find a man that needs you more than I
Sit with me a while and let me listen to you
talk about your dreams and obsessions
I'll be quite and confessional
The violence explode inside me
Then I'm spinning and diving
like a cloud of starlings