you would all laugh at me when I tell you about my evening.
It was like a film you wouldn't pay to see.
I was crying in the rain to songs with strings about Zula walking home
muttering, humming words to this song in the storm,
I'm the crazy Spring Garden St. Bridge songwriting lady.

And I'm Terrified of love,
but it's all I have to give.
My whole life I've been taught if I give it I'll get it back in return,
but its just been taken and I've taken it back oh way back
back back when I thought it was a good idea.

And I don't believe in god or any of those sort of things,
yet i keep git get getting pulled back into trusting in something outside myself, that would fulfill some sort of made up need that burns and stings and crushes every fucking living thing.
You know what a crush is, it does just that, how could someone not see you when you like them so much.

And I've never been a quitter its not my sort of thing.
I can't quit smoking drinking eating sugar, or hoping for anything.
We see it in movies and TV and we all relate.
But I know I'm not alone and maybe that's what worse that there are so many many of us that are cursed.

This is the part where I self deprecate, and tell you how I wish I could tell you in so many words I'm not clever enough to spew, I'm no mark, I'm not Mark or David, or Joanna.
Nope! none of those clever few, they just make me think of these things and I'll jot them down for you.
Cause I have nothing else to give to someone who would dare listen to this..this is the best I'll do.