I'm only going to tell you this once.
Once in this form, and once to your face.
Once in a letter, once in my dreams,
and once across the electric lines.
I wish you wouldn't.
If your fury with my self-destruction
is so unhindered and blameless then
why in hell
do I have to let you kill yourself?
I'm just quicker than you.
You're just taking your time.
That's all.
That's the difference.
I know I can't stop you or
wrench it from your grasp.
But if I was on the brink, if I
had a gun in my hand
and I
heard your voice
I would stop.
I would let you save me.
I would let you make me save myself.
But how would I affect you?
I don't know.
You don't tell me.
That's all.
That's the difference.
Do you trust me?
Enigmatic, silent, distancing,
all these things that you hide from me.
I don't think anyone should
take charge or wear the pants and
no one should be anybody's hero.
But when it comes down to it?
You don't trust me.
That's all.
You shield me from it.
I wish you wouldn't.
That's all. |