Fiona Apple
I don't understand about complimentary colors
And what they say
Side by side they both get bright
Together they both get gray
But he's been pretty much yellow
And I've been crying blue
But all I can see is
Red, red, red, red, red now
What am I to do
I don't understand about
Diamonds and why men buy them
What's so impressive about a diamond
Except the mining
And it's dangerous work
Trying to get to you too
And I think if I didn't have to
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill myself doing it
Maybe I would glisten so much for you
I've been watching all the time
And I still can't find the track
And I wanna know is it okay
Is it just fine
Was it my fault
Is it my lack
I don't understand about
The weather outside
The harbinger to the words
Somebody lied
There's solace a bit for submitting
To the fitfully cryptically true
What's happened has happened
What's coming is already on its way
With a role for me to play
I don't understand
I'll never understand
But I'm trying to understand
There's nothing else I can do
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How many lives must I reach through
hours must I squander
pacing my breath
pressing my face alongside
steel sculptures
erected lies
marking the last communion we shared
in our cemetery of promises
with my hands shoved in shallow pockets
digging to keep warm
clutching onto faith straws
watching fantasies on a loop
attempting to alter their collision
with my presence
or murderous thoughts against them
how many disappointments can I bear
how many more mistakes I must make
or creatures I must confront
tracing my finger up and down
streams of false idols
undressing each
like a delicate scar
or an emblem of our loyalty
our collective contribution
to the memorial of ruin
how many years must I run
or eternally relive our collapse
before I forget
before I can exit
cornerstone gardens.
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