His Pleasure is my Pain
The man stands in the doorway like a small child
Angry fists
She lies on her bed, her head buried in her pillow
And she stares at the moon
He speaks to her all the words she's heard too many times before
And pretty soon she just lets his voice fade away
She thinks, this was a gradual steel frost that
started with cold feet and ended with numb hearts
It was once satisfying sex but now no longer is
It was once filled with all the possibilities of new
china or old stone, but now it's exaggerated and
waterlogged, no longer what these hands had intended
and still I cry in my sleep
He always said I was too sensitive
But I say at least I never meant to make him cry
At least I never meant to make him hurt that way
You know, I never meant to make him cry
I never meant to make him hurt that way
Yes it's true I'm too sensitive but
He takes pleasure in my pain
Yes it's true I'm too sensitive but
He takes pleasure in my pain
And the unheard hours they fly by, she goes to the window
Puts on a nightgown and brushes her hair
He's already asleep by the time she goes and lays back down
She thinks my god what am I doing here?
My bones have grown tired of his hunger of his grey eyes
And I feel that if I were to stay one more night here
I'd die or explode or worse yet, just fade away
They've been days so dark when I felt like August and
that I soon too would turn to fall
He always said I was too sensitive
If I dared to care so much the world could kill me that way
I wonder if he's only half alive or if he's simply has always been this inarticulate
At least I never meant to make him cry
At least I never meant to make him -mmm- hurt that way
No, I never meant to make him cry
I never meant to make him hurt that way
Yes it's true I'm too sensitive but
He takes pleasure in my pain
Yes it's true I'm too sensitive but
He takes pleasure in my pain
And she gets out of bed and looks at her feet as
though they were the wings for her freedom
She gets up and goes to the drawer
It's a moment in which anything could happen
But instead she gets out some clothing and puts 'em in
a bag and leaves him sleeping
while she heads for the door
Gone
Gone
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