And then I discovered what I always have known
Learning to love you
or myself
will be the hardest
It's fine I guess,
people will have to grow and learn
or learn to grow
One thing is sure:
The goodbye at the train station,
I will not miss
[Yogya, 15 May 2009]
Sweet Potato
-Sia-
She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease
She senses you are lonely, but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits anticipating your thoughts
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
She cooks you sweet potato, you don't like aubergine
She knows to boil the kettle when you hum bars from grease
She senses you are lonely, but still she can't be sure
And so she stands and waits anticipating your thoughts
How can she become the psychic that she longs to be to understand you
He brushes thoroughly, he knows she likes fresh breath
He rushes to the station, he waits atop the steps
He's brought with him a mars bar, she will not buy nestle
And later he'll perform a love-lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
So give her information to help her fill her holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin
He rushes to the station, he waits atop the steps
He's brought with him a mars bar, she will not buy nestle
And later he'll perform a love-lorn serenade, a trade
How can he become the psychic that he longs to be to understand you
So give her information to help her fill her holes
Give an ounce of power so he does not feel controlled
Help her to acknowledge the pain that you are in
Give to him a glimpse of that beneath your skin
Now my inner dialogue is heaving with detest
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm falling and placating, berate myself for staying
I'm a fool
He greets his stranger meekly a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset
I am a martyr and a victim and I need to be caressed
I hate that you negate me, I'm a ghost at beck and call
I'm falling and placating, berate myself for staying
I'm a fool
He greets his stranger meekly a thing that she accepts
She sees him waiting often with chocolate on the steps
He senses she is lonely she's glad they finally met
They take each other's hands walk into the sunset
Comments
Sia is a real good one btw :) I love her "Day Too Soon" :D