27. DESERT DWELLER. SOCIAL WORKER. FOREVER FALLING IN LOVE. MANCHESTER ORCHESTRA AND MARGOT & THE NUKES ARE NON-NEGOTIABLE. CONCERT ATTENDEE. BOOK ENTHUSIAST. MUSEUM WANDERER. ART ADDICT. LEFT HANDED. I LAUGH TOO LOUD AND (Maybe) TOO OFTEN. AND I CRY EVERY TIME I WATCH EXTREME MAKEOVER: HOME EDITION. IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS.
“There’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?”
Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.
