"All Alone, All Alone...

...No one to play with
Your eyes are all swollen from crying
Feeling sick
You open it
And discover your lover between the legs of another
And he's loving it
Let me lie to you
Let me lie to you
I'll be kind when I deceive you
But you must never question me
Just quietly believe
There, there
You haven't a care
I won't ever hurt you, deny or desert you
Don't ask me again
Wake up! And listen to thee
Someone must have told you
Someone must control you
Before you can get free."

An old Afghan Whigs tune.



Evelyn, from a long time ago.

But hanging right outside of the bathroom door.