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2001-11-15 - 8:55 a.m. Love Song don't know how to live easy i spit and i claw when you get in my way it's your blood that i draw i think til i'm angry then frame it for good i always arrange to be misunderstood i'm hard and i'm spiky i see white and black but there's something reminds me we always come back When we were driving through a redwood forest, in silence, and the forest was misty and deep and primeval, and I said, "You could go in there and lose your era," and you looked at me and replied with a brontosauraus noise. When I look and there's fresh-squeezed orange juice in my refrigerator which you know I can't afford but that you think is a deserved luxury and also good for my health. When we had finished making love that time and you looked soulfully into my eyes and said, "Can I have your phone number?" and I laughed so hard I almost wet the bed. When I was so freakin' broke at Christmas one year and your gift to me was the money to buy my kids presents with. When I was helping you unpack from a trip with your kids and saw that you had taken with you the patchwork velvet pillow I'd made you the year before, to sleep with
i spit and i claw when you get in my way it's your blood that i draw i think til i'm angry then frame it for good i always arrange to be misunderstood i'm hard and i'm spiky i see white and black but there's something reminds me we always come back � When the homework is done, the crime-fighting begins. � |