Forever Is A Long Time
I spent a long time watering a plant made out of plastic And I curse the ground for growing green I spent a long time substituting honest with sarcastic And I curse my tongue for being mean And weightless, breathless restitute Motionless and absolute He cut me open, sucked the poison from an aging wound Now fifty thousand war cadets Would cower at this small brunette To my surprise, not six feet high Would reach and grab the moon if I Should ask or just imply That I wanted a bit more light So I could look inside his eyes And get the colors just right Just right, just right, just Build love, build God, build provinces Build calluses, break promises 'Cause I could never hold a perfect thing and not demolish it What I thinking? What does this mean? How could somebody ever love me? N.. N.. Talk to your man, tell him he's got bad news comin'