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cydniey's podcast|cydniey - those days Episode
Those DaysI remember that dayLike it was 1,000 years ago.Where I sat on the couchJust being stubborn, headstrong.You were so quiet I thoughtYou'd just hide in the closet, thenBAM . . .Right in the face.I never saw it coming.It was so unlike you,I usually saw it coming.And the cop was so embarrassedWhen he called me to the station.Face so red as he stuttered, stammered.He had to ask, he told me,Just for the recordCould I please just tell himWHYYour back was all scratchedAnd welted and fresh.So I told him the truth:The day hadn't started bad.I remember that dayLike it was two years ago.That day I'd had enough,And I'd been working out,Lifting heavy shit all morningWhile you slept fitfully alone.HIGH - Is how I feltWhen I knocked your ass outAnd freedom came to meWith one simple phone call.I was so proud in thoseFirst two months asI watched your carCase my house untilOOOPS - It just didn't botherMe anymore
[ Mon, 28 Aug 2006 02:49:54 GMT ]
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