Current mood:	melancholy
Current music:	Led Zeppelin - Black Dog

It's Not For Long
You snapped back when we said good-bye,
You held my hand quietly in the basement before I left,
I'm everyone's dirty little secret
And you're no exception.

I am empty when I look at girls' faces.
The cold handshake and toothy smile,
With your woman I'm a crocodile-
Calm and collected and ready to strike.

Thank the LORD! for my ego-
Or else I might never survive,
Your arms around her waist,
Your eyes around her eyes,
I take my consolation
In my strong and firm belief
That I'm better in every way.

I know I deserve every blow I get-
The concussions and black eyes
You gave me in our kindest moments,
I keep a gallery of injuries
To remember how you loved me once.

Initials carved sweetly and swiftly
Into skin and bone,
Infections will follow:
We never cleaned the knives.

If you asked, I could bring you an apple
A red delicious day in day out,
Just seventy nine cents and two lungs full of air,
Shined up perfect.

Hell, I'd bring you an orchard
If I had the upper body strength.

(Sometimes I worry you'll read this
And realize it's about you...
But then I remember that you would never bother.)

...

It was raining when we said good-bye
While I rushed a cigarette and looked for cab lights,
You let go of the lie and looked at me.
I held onto you,
Shed the crocodile skin
And anyone who was watching knew
Everything.