DAMNED be my folly!
and TO HELL with those expectations!
The other day, I turned the devil away
like a friend I didn't know how to take care of anymore
or an old lover that stopped taking care of me.
He got mean and I could feel it
In the arms of my parents--
In the arms of the most real love I've known--
I saw the meanest
thing look at me
into my eyes-----------------
in some darkness that I've made
it [he] looked at me
--'''___without a fight_-"-- which
more than anything else.
I could be done with my roving.
With my rOving, wAndering, and wOndering
I just need someone to cut me some slackkk k k k?