simon says/el fin

que sera, que sera

whatever will be...

you didn’t say ‘simon says’ when
you told me to never phone again,

you didn’t say ‘please’ when you
brought me to my knees, threw
away my keys (to yr place) and
told me to never show my face

round town again.

it’s getting cold, again
so i’m headin’ south

...kiss me on the mouth,

‘take care of yrself’

come and build with me; they’ve
knocked my mansion down yet
again

and

again

and again

until we reach the beginning
of the end

my friend,

my friend? what a strange way
to condescend....

i can’t pretend anymore, i can’t lie
any longer- i have love inside
times a trillion and ten

that belongs only to you-
my so-called-friend

tell me,

now that yr dead,
what are you
going to do
with your
life?

how will you continue
living?

thanksgiving in june...
and i am thankful
for you,

whatever, whoever,
you ‘are’

a shining star,
no- you are
my shining
star

and by far the best worst thing
to ever have happened to me.

el fin.