silly idiocy

i miss this song. and stage crew in high school. and best friends, the stupid pretty'd up thoughts that those memories are worth . worth stomach pains from laughing, and mix tapes with scrawl.

and salt. bed prayers.

such an idiot, i dress it all up for myself.

goat girl
tanya donelly

see my child, my past
hoping yours is a blast

i park my heart in your driveway;
now i'm healing hell
i wanted a lion but i ended up with a man
who wanted a gazelle
but
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl
and i do my brutish best

see my child, my past
hoping yours will last

i park my heart in your driveway;
now i'm healing hell
i wanted a lion but i ended up with a man
who wanted a gazelle
but
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl
i am a goat girl

thinkin' goatish thoughts,
dreaming goatish dreams,
digging up tin cans,
chewin' on your sleeve.

and i do my brutish best


if i were crying as a form of prayer, in my mind it's something of the sort:

every water, ever wonder
if you wonder if he wonders
and the places, with the thunder

never listen to what i pray

sorrow can be sorrow
and the water can be sorrow
and the water can be sorrow
and the ocean is tomorrow

d'you remember?
you remembered,
you remembered.

in around, in around
we are always walking
when we're awake, we're waiting
in a ring, in a ring
the sound is sweet and swinging
secretly we're singing

been around, been around
we are always walking
when we're awake with waiting
in the rain, in the rain
the sound is sweet and swinging
secretly we're singing

and sorrow drowning sorrow
in the ocean is tomorrow

never listen to what i pray

i would like to seethe
physically no
not get hurt