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I've been putting this off for too long, trying to avoid writing this song Cos truth can be uncomfortable and looking back, I know I did wrong I met her in a drunken pit When she was sad, I noticed it But just like me she learned a way to feel upset but cover it Covering up might work for a while but then you'll get stuck I know, cos it happened to me My magic wand ran out of luck I've never kept a diary With a memory like mine, there's no need Cos everything gets stored away Even unwanted memories But she was not set up that way Her conscious mind would push away the stuff with which she could not cope Self-consciously though she went astray Covering up might work for a while but then you'll get stuck I know, cos it happened to me My magic wand ran out of luck In rapid eye movement: closet doors slide open, trains get stuck in stations, suitcases get heavy So this is not biography, just my subjective history of something that I won't spell out involving errors made by me In the end it all came back repressed thoughts that were painted black She loved me and I loved her too but the baggage caused my heart to crack Covering up might work for a while but then you'll get stuck I know, cos it happened to me My magic wand ran out of luck |
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