Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)

Sunday, February 13, 2011

whisper (zelda)

my girl friend's name was zelda
and she acted like such a bore
i talked with her on Sunday
but i couldn't hear her anymore

i'd see her reading magazines
flipping pages of her life
looking at all the advertisements
for a husband or a wife

and dancing down a busy street
dressed in diamond rings and furs
she never cast a worried look
'cause everything she saw was hers

& i followed with my open book
writing every word she said
but even when my book was full
i couldn't raise her from the dead

she gave me sexy games to choose
no strings attached i couldn't lose
she played her hand and pulled my hair
i looked around no lover there

my girlfriend's name was zelda
and she had star dust in her eyes
but it wasn't how she looked at me
that told me everything was lies

we used to sit and dream of love
and she'd whisper in my ear
but when i asked to share her soul
she wouldn't let me near

& her party postcards faded
with colors dyed in black & white
all the signs found in her eyes
were pointing to midnight

my girlfriend's name was zelda
and she acted like such a bore
i talked with her on Sunday
but i couldn't hear her anymore

she gave me sexy games to choose
no strings attached i couldn't lose
she played her hand and pulled my hair
i looked around no lover there

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