i fell in love with a bad, bad man
and ever since i met him, i’ve been sad, sad, sad
i’m a jailbird to your music,
a criminal in your prayer
i watch you when you sleep,
even when you’re not there
rainbows wept color all over the streets
when you went away, maybe one day we’ll meet
lipstick i’d wear for a million years,
just to stop your eyes from falling down to you
i fell in love with a bad, bad man
and ever since i met him, i’ve been sad, sad, sad
i’m a jailbird to your music,
a criminal in your prayer
i watch you when you sleep,
even when you’re not there
rainbows wept color all over the streets
when you went away, maybe one day we’ll meet
one day we’ll meet
one day we’ll meet
one day we’ll meet
when you’re done acting tough,
you only take two and a quarter to get fucked up
and when you say you’re in love,
you just sound like you’re giving up
to say i’ll be all right is a risky bet,
‘cause i’m about as good as i’m going to get
these chains are tight,
and the courage that i showed left a long time ago,
just so you know
“
us. us. us. us. this would be us.
you have your own life, i know,
but show up, you should
i’m disappointed, my vision blurs alone on the curb
eight weeks since, and it’s still the same
“something just came up, i’m so sorry”
and maybe i’ve got needs you can’t cure,
but i’m waiting by the phone until i’m sure
love like statistics,
i’ve got a head full of hell alone in my thoughts
kill the subject, refine the joke, whichever prompts a response
in the moments you laugh, it’s still not enough
you miss me, you can’t mean that
and maybe you’ve got needs i can’t cure
we sleep in separate houses
a guarded head shapes a face and heart
so loss ain’t bad
i’m trading processing for sleep
so it don’t seem sad that i’m losing you
blotch the face, blood vessel, broken heart and canvas skin
write it all out, you won’t ever quite describe it
loaned to father for the weekends, and given back without the interest
trivialize memories, and dumb it down to make it fit
syllables, grammatical, read and rewrite for the reader
for the bitter nights in my room alone
they won’t know all my secret problems,
or the love that overcame us both
an unfold twenty-two year story
so it’s one tale and then another, i was saying earlier
a guarded head shapes a face and heart
so loss ain’t bad
i’m trading processing for sleep
so it don’t seem sad that i’m losing you
when are you coming home?
