ripoff

sleeping with the phone
in hopes that you
will be drunk and stoned
and try to get through
there's nothing polite
in that 3AM call
but i always wait
in case it comes
and now i don't want
you to know all this
i made up the bed
in case you came in
i won't be the one
to make you decide
and it won't be me
on the endless ride
but your charming voice
stays here with me
when you don't call
when i can't see
if i spoke in my sleep
bet it was your name
can you forgive me
for losing my game
can you understand
what words mean to me
and then reconcile
your own tragedy
then come bruised and sore
to my window lit
pass down the sentence
get it over with

it's you
in the blinding sun
and it's you
beating my back hot
and it's you
in the waking night
baby it's you
and it's alright

just try not to cry
for injustice come
leave that to me
i know how to run
and if i should stand
just to fall again
don't want you to fear
my lame giving in
cause futilty
is a dear old friend
we have reconciled
our past differences
it's you on my mind
when i tell those lies
and in the dark bar
with the girls at night
protection for you
be your first concern
and let me go blue
for the love of words

cause it's you
in the blinding sun
and it's you
beating my back hot
and it's you
in the waking night
baby it's you
and it's alright

because of the writ
and the yet to come
please just let go
till the course is run

olivia bitting 2001

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