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My body doesn't really "do" apologies, you know So I'll just need to feel the pain and let the self-hate grow For now, feeling "bad" 'bout how it went, and how I wish I could redo the whole show Should have's don't really work But eating out of sake of food's pace of rot is just an "ought to" So, deaf ears to sorry, not to worry There'll be another chance today to say the things that he can hear that aren't in words but start right here You made him cave, that was your role Since all is good, leave guilt's hole and feel the fear that you fucked up, and how that's made you feel so small I can feel you inside promising to do better today But Body doesn't really "do" promises Your chances are found in the moment of choice so you'll just have to wait and risk the cold voice of your quiet hate that might say you've got no right to joys of flesh or spirit "Penance must be done payback is on tap and you've got to take the rap" Release this righteous rationale of ridiculous reasons for being wrong and bide your time and squeal or whine if you need to To choose anew no chances few but many for you to respect the needs of you know who Your brother undiscovered your other lover, when the moment comes, For Body doesn't really "do" visions or plans He's here right now, he's the man Here is the place where everyone is Here is the space where communion lives Now is the everlasting moment of truth brightening your lonely room It's the only room to be in See? copyright 1997-2002 Panjoyah |