Little me spilt the beans
Showed me the truth
While I sat with her
I hope he plays the guitar
Like my dad
But hes patient and gentle
And has a cool car
like my father
I hope my body can learn to trust
And open up like a flower
I hope the shame he left me with
Can be dropped like a shawl
Lost on a walk
Or forgotten on the seat for the cab driver.
No more replacing all I left behind
Time for new people
New feelings
Real desire
Im not in that room with the carpet
Im.not waiting for the shadow at the door
But I do still look for the tar baby
And ill keep my cassette player
Just for that
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