these kinds of things.
you don’t have to wait for me, you can go or you can stay — and so far as i can see, it don’t make much difference any which way you can — oh, you can — but you don’t know what you can. but you don’t have to wait for me, you can stay or you can go. yeah, i know just what i feel and i fear i can’t afford to let it.
well first you started to like it,
then you started to feel something,
but then you started to need it,
because it started to mean something.
i could stumble my way through it, hope to wake up and find myself someplace new. i heard you say you saw right through it, but the truth’s not it what you know how to say, but in how you do — that’s how i see you.
someone told you it was coming,
so you were patient and you waited,
but all that waiting started meaning something,
and so you started to hate it again.
oh you thought it would be just fine, what’s the harm just a quick check for tension on the line, but now you’re hooked.
and this is no way to go about these kinds of things, this is the only way to go about these kinds of things.