she wanted to the morning after i worked on her
but i worked on her for three hours
and she needed her rest after that
we made a date
though i couuld have run off to get some dick
i stuck around
and she had a migrane
so couldn't work on me
and that was sad
i hugged her and said
'it's alright, mom, i'm used to people... especially people who say they love me
telling me they'll do something nice for me..
and not being able to...
no, it's alright... i've learned not to rely on anyone...
Oh, i'm just kidding!'
so i gave more music to my sister
and updated my dad's iPod
and drank a glass of dandylion wine
and talked with my mom
"have you ever taken on someone's pain?"
"have you ever breathed air?"
and i lectured
enough for her to realize, as she already knew, that this headache was from working on a girl at the store today who had a headache
and it wasn't hers
and when you realize the shit you've taken on isn't yours
it's really easy to let go of
because it doesn't belong to you: nothing for it to stick to..
in a few minutes
she was totally better
she gave me a massage
and it was nice
nice to be massaged by mom
she did things i'd not had done in a while
and things i'd never had done
and i taught her some of the things no one has ever done to me
it felt great...
but as she started to work on my back
i guess it opened up my heart
and i felt sad
so so sad
where the fuck am i?
and where should i go?
and where is my home?
do i want to live in New York or Tennessee or England or California?
fuckhellshitfuckin not in Indiana
what the fuck is up with my lovers?
fuck you guys, you know who you are.. all ov you
fuck you for ignoring me so much and leaving me lonely
"where do we go from here? the words are comming out all weird... Where Are You Now... When i need you....?"