Washington Album

So what I said is what I said,
and what you said is what you meant.
And when you left my house in the morning,
You wrote your message on the cement.
You put the letters and the numbers under people's feet.
You took all of the dealings and feelings and wrote them on the street.

And everybody, everybody, everybody knows.
And when I went outside and I saw it I froze.
You put my secret and your secret under people's feet.
You remembered what I said and you wrote it on the fucking concrete.

So what we do is what we do for me and you, not everyone.
But outside in the night you were busy writing down what we had done.
You seemed alright last night, but now I know that I was wrong.

And everybody, everybody, everybody knows.
And when I went outside and I saw it I froze.
You put my secret and your secret under people's feet.
You remembered what I said and you wrote it on the fucking concrete.

And I guess you know how people talk,
but it's only words, and it's only chalk,
and I'll feel better maybe, when we get some weather.

And everybody, everybody, everybody knows.
And when I went outside and I saw it I froze.
You remembered what I said and you wrote it on the street, oh no no no.

I guess you know, but it's only words and it's only chalk,
It's only words and it's only chalk
And I guess you know how people talk.

How do you tame a lion?
It was a savvy answer.
The repartee and
argument.
(you look like a dancer.)
You can take the east side
and I will
take the west.
(You know, I liked it better
before all of the scars on
your)

How do you tame a lion?
I see them when I sleep.
(You know, I liked
it better
when we pretended this was for)
I do not know what you want.
I do
not know what you feel.
I do not know it it's-

How do you tame a lion
when
they are lying low?
You be my Arthur Miller and I will be your Marilyn
Monroe.

Oh, no.

So we just be happy tonight.
And tomorrow we be
miserable, right?

I know I'm right.

How do you tame a lion?
It was a
savvy answer.
The repartee and argument.
You are like a dancer.
You can take
the east side
and I will take the west.
(You know, I liked it better
before
all of the scars on your chest.)

I begin by saying:
You were right.
When you suggested
I was looking for some feeling
that wasn't to be found
except for in the pages
& poetry of ages.
All that teenage fury.
I hope you wrote that down.

I admit that
at the start it shook me.
I confess, it took me
several months of fury
to burn that city down.
But now that I am older
my blood seems to run colder
& I don't get that feeling
when you are around.

In its stead, I have steady hands,
In its place, I am making plans.
In the space where I used to spit & scream,
there is measurement of temperament.
I cultivate my teenage dreams.

So again, into the fray.
Again, go see you play.
Again, just drum & bass.
Again, your perfect face.
But I don't care about the future,
& all I can say to you is:
I don't want to hurt you.
&, I don't think that you do
want for me to search you
for your teenage fury.
Now that we are grown.

So it stands, a monument.
Still there.
The same thing, self aware.
Just shadows in the dark.
My favourite work of art.
I think it's finished -
shall we hang it in the gallery?
All that teenage fury
of my very own.
of my very own.
of my very own.
of my very own.
of my very own.

Oh, Captain of my industry.
Oh, cigarettes & company.
I'm never where I want to be -
The dirty, dirty ground.

Oh, Halloween!
The blood you drew.
You carved a space to climb into
& like a lantern, like a pyre,
I burn, I burn with holy fire.

I talk when I don't have to
& I hope it doesn't matter,
'cause we know what we know.
I don't know how you do it, but I change.
& you see to it that we ain't got no show.
& all I could see in the ink of the dark
was your cigarette, breathing,
like a beating heart.
I fold mine in, like origami.
It might look pretty,
but you do not know me.

I talk when I don't have to
& I hope it doesn't matter,
'cause we know what we know.
I don't know how you do it, but I change.
& you see to it that we ain't got no show.

Oh, Halloween!
Oh, jealous star.
Are you who you say you are?
I thought you would have found me out by now.

Oh, Halloween!
The blood you drew.
You carved a space to climb into

I don't know what I should have seen.
Not since Halloween.
Not since Halloween.
No, Not since Halloween.

So, the way that these things go often finds me singing in my pillow.
And the way that these things are often finds me crying in the car.

And, my love it is as wide as my jealousy is bitter and cruel.
But it feels like someone died.

You are still pretending you're not telling any lies.
I am still pretending I believe you.
But this is just a business, and I don't feel any pain.
Just as long as no one says your name.

All the years of being broke, all the spit & all the smoke,
& all the fucking, all the drugs, all the love:
Was not enough.
You take my guts, I'll take the car.
Welcome, stranger - here you are!
Never seen your face before.
Welcome, stranger!
Nice to meet you.

You are still pretending you're not telling any lies.
I am still pretending I believe you.
But this is just a business, and I don't feel any pain.
Just as long as no one says your name.
Just as long as no one.