You had time

I'm not sure about this one. What kind of story it tells. And it doesn't feel like one of my stories, except maybe... It reminds me of... The feeling I get when I tell people that I'm sad or scared or tired and their only reaction is to say, "why?".

The melody and her voice sounds like rain and it's all so very beautiful and calm and melancholic. And I don't really need anything else on a gray and rainy day, when the world is full of wooshing noises and nothingness. Except maybe a warm hand. That would be nice.

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how can I go home with nothing to say?
I know you're going to look at me that way
and say, "what did you do out there?
what did you decide?
you said you needed time and you had time"

you are a china shop and I am a bull
you are really good food and I am full
I guess everything is timing
I guess everything's been said
so I am coming home with an empty head

you'll say, "did they love you or what?"
I'll say, "they love what I do.
the only one who really loves me is you..."
and you'll say, "girl did you kick some butt."
and I'll say, "I don't really remember,
but my fingers are sore
and my voice is too."

you'll say, "it's really good to see you"
you'll say, "I missed you horribly"
you'll say "let me carry that, give that to me"
and you will take the heavy stuff
and you will drive the car
and I'll look out the window making jokes
about the way things are



how can I go home with nothing to say?
I know you're going to look at me that way
and say, "what did you do out there?
what did you decide?
you said you needed time and you had time"