friday morning headache since yesterday’s sunset. sleep in til the store for milk and eggs to make the tea better. avoid the beer bottles and the dirty laundry on the floor and pretend that includes my lucky panties, lingering on the lampshade. i sat on my porch drinking and thinking and wishing i’d remembered my sunglasses because the bright light white heat doesn’t help a sore head. from where i’m standing, the earth is spinning at about 800 mph, so there’s not much sense in trying to stop time.
i reflect too much. it’s the price i pay to adhere so closely to precious moments, so few. the toyota celica, new orleans, stealing firewood, the scars, the orgasmatron. but i get as crazy about johnny g. as i do beaumont and lubbock — i’m just trippin’.
which is why, this afternoon, i got a haircut.
today i didn’t even mind the head massage or the shoulder rub, even if it was just ’cause the girl was pretty and reminded me of cara. today i took a walk in the sun without changing into comfortable shoes. today, for a change, i feel like i hold my mind safely and sanely in my hands. today i feel like i know what’s important, beyond my hair.
And when you said I could not stay with you
That’s not the way you would have wanted to be
Convince yourself that everything is alright
‘Cos it already is
Don’t sell your heart and break just anyone
I want to run with you through moorland fields
Convince yourself that everything is alright
‘Cos it already is
‘Cos it already is
So take your lessons hard and stay with him
When your car crash comes, don’t be misled
Convince yourself that everything is alright
‘Cos it already is
‘Cos it already is
So take your lessons hard and stay with him
And when your car crash comes, don’t be misled
Convince yourself that everything is alright
‘Cos it already is
Yeah it already is
So take him home
So take him home
So take him home
Take him, Take him home
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