I wonder what you think "imperfect" is,
because you seem to love using that word.
Now, why should you deserve a part of this?
Say again, please; I don't think I heard
you right the first time. What did you just say?
I wonder what you think "imperfect" is;
you seemed to find me perfect yesterday.
Now, why should you deserve a part of this?
...an open suitcase spread on the duvet,
a tear, a slap, a cigarette, a kiss...
Pick up your things and find another place,
because you seem to love using that word,
please say it one more time, and to my face.
Say again, please! I don't think I heard!
"Remember, babe, that we're not out of debt,"
you write the first time. What did you just say?
Don't fool yourself that I'll quickly forget.
You seemed to find me perfect yesterday.
...a slap, a kiss, a tear, a cigarette,
an open suitcase spread on the duvet...
I'm not your 'babe;' this case is closed, yeah... no.
Pick up your things and find another place
to lay your burdens out; before you go,
Please say it one more time, and to my face.
Don't fool yourself that I'll quickly forget
to lay your burdens out before you go.
Remember, babe, that we're not out of debt;
I'm not yours. Babe, this case is closed, you know.
...a kiss, a cigarette, a slap, a tear,
an open suitcase spread on the duvet,
a more imperfect way to spend a year,
an overwhelming shame to run away,
a thousand heavy burdens, built on fear,
and crumbling when you know you cannot stay...
In certainty that you need nothing here:
The life you save - your own - begins today.
Iron Noder 2013, 6/30