The Green Pajamas

Downslide


Jenny’s got the scars of love’s labour crossed on her wrists
She said I’ve got an echo in my head like a wail in the wind, talk me out of this
Third time’s a charm, don’t say I didn’t warn you

It must have been when I was a child, my father turned from my eyes
My mother’s happiness is saved in a picture, looks like a smiling stranger
Trouble comes in threes, and this one’s for me

I have this dream, my lovers lined up like stations of the cross
I kneel before each one of them, and wonder what was lost
The mysteries they spoke of, and left me to weep of

She said I’ve got an echo in my head makes me repeat what I’ve said and done
She looks up to nowhere, looks down at her wrists, talk me out of this

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Written by Laura Weller
Copyright 1993