The time has come the walrus said
To talk of all the times
You could have come to help me with
Reading between your lines
And you said you were sorry
And you said you needed time to mend
And you said you didn’t mean a word
And you said you would lend a hand
I’m sorry you couldn’t be faithful
I’m sorry you couldn’t complete me
But my God, to be truthful
You could have been better to me. But–
It would’ve been fun
If you could have been the one
But backstabbing thieves
Don’t bother with me
And money can’t answer
Why you’re boring to look at
Sometimes we wonder
If leaves borrow trees
Or if maybe, just maybe
The trees borrow me.
The time has come my husband said
To make up some more lies
He could have made me blush if
He could read between my thighs
But he said he was sorry
And I said I was dead
He said he was sorry
And I said
Buried in the ground
Now we’re dead.
(No it wasn’t him this time
Just another karmic
Repeat of the same.
Old.
Guy.)
I’m sorry you couldn’t be faithful
I’m sorry you couldn’t complete me
But my God, to be truthful
You could have been better to me. But–
It would’ve been fun
If you could have been the one
Cuz backstabbing thieves
Don’t bother with me
And money can’t answer
Why you’re boring to look at
Sometimes we wonder
If leaves borrow trees
Or if maybe, just maybe
The trees borrow me
To breathe.
This time I’ll wake
up at midnight
Turn out the lights
And follow the stars
To the place beyond time
Where the clock has lead me
The boy in the green
So obscene, but a scene
You know he’ll make me his queen
Live young forever
And fly until morning
The turning
The journey
The things that make the stomach ache
Hit your heart and make heaven claim stake
In this dream to come
That you and I could be
Forever young
I’m sorry you couldn’t be faithful
I’m sorry you couldn’t complete me
But my God, to be truthful
You could have been better to me. But–
It would’ve been fun
If you could have been the one
