You are tired and you want to be free
I'm tired of thinking. I might think too much. Rather, I probably think in incorrect ways and that's why I get so bogged down.
The two rent-a-cops patrolling the neighborhood just, uh, holla'd at me. I think. Are they allowed to do that? Maybe I shouldn't be sitting outside in my jimjams.
My love is growing stronger as our affair grows old
I don't why you came along at such a perfect time
Anyways, I'm tired of thinking. I'm tired of having to sort through all this bullshit. Like, my bullshit, specifically.
I'm tired of having to think about the ironies, multiple, involved in having just been offered a job caring for kids, helping manage a household, and assisting someone else in getting their life in order.
For very little money, compared to the debts I face. Debts no honest man can pay.
Your heart is as black as night
Give me real, don't give me fake
Not interested in listing that I am well past the point of
--feeling like caretaking for anyone,
--much less the really strong feelings I have about child care and the rigor it requires,
--added to the fact that there's a goddamn good reason i don't have kids and fuck you very much,
--and yeah, I do remember you, you're that couple that blew me off a few years back when I submitted for an assistant position. never even got an acknowledgement email despite friends introductory email. bad business, that, even between casual friends. so, i wasn't good enough for you then but now you are covered in baby shit and some dumbfuck like me could at least manage to chauffeur the kids around and do errands like buying our food for you?,
--motherfucker, i can't even get to the store to buy food for MYSELF! This is BEWLSHEET!
--please note that management is fully aware of how nuts this sounds--imagine what it's like in my head
Give us a kiss
--aside from the fact that i have no desire to have that kind of familial intimacy with anyone but my family right now,
--not even addressing my profound commitment avoidance,
--not to mention that i'm really getting too old for this shit
Yeah. I don't wanna think about. anything. So I'm just gonna hand this off to somebody else.
Give me love over this
Everything was in place, everything seemed alright
I'm tired of keeping count of all the ways life is laughing at me. Maybe I should laugh with it. It is quite farcical at some points.
Then again, there is always music. At least. That can't let you down, not if you let it inside.
But you were missing
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