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Jett Superior laid this on you on || August 31, 2003 || 8:08 pm

How can my skin help

But stammer beneath your touch,

Trailing nerves straight to my heart;

The same one ablaze

With all the words that

Tongue can in no way do justice,

Waiting dumbly behind all that I feel

–Have ever felt, will feel

On the occasion of tomorrow

And tomorrow and tomorrows compounded.

They don’t have to be promised

Not even implied, but….

At the very least tell me, please tell me,

“You’ll lurk there in the shadows always;

I will not abandon you to the past.

“Count that as oath.”

Then I can sleep. Then my flesh

Can recount you in dreams,

A delicious nocturnal sigh.

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I want to feel something better / I want to run from this cold, cold weather / You want me to listen when you speak / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good

I always liked you in the Spring / You just lay there and let that telephone ring / I wish I’d listened to you then / ‘Cause it was for my own good / Yeah, it was for my own good

I wish I’d listened to you then / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good / You say it’s for my own good

You say it’s for my own good

// The Damnwells, “For My Own Good”

2 worked it out »

  1. lizard 9.3.2003

    sigh. i would be more articulate if i could, but i’m … sigh.

     
  2. Jett 9.3.2003

    liz baby, I always feel amazingly honored when you praise me.

     

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