On Tuesdays I get high and think of all the blessed times we spent together
Friends will come and go, they said, don't waste your time in prayer for fairer weather
In moments of my grieving, there are finer thoughts I always finally come to
That wicked is the mind which comes undone in bitter longing to remember
I sear I could've loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger, with more skin
That's over now, for things are just beginning
When I'm needing more, hope is the loving whore that I can always go to
She doesn't mind at all to hear about the lonely troubles I run into
"Don't worry, she says, baby, you'll be fine"
And it is often I believe her
But then she leaves me dry and so I send my wicked mind to go and find her
Saying I could've loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger with more skin, that's over now
For things are just beginning
Don't worry, she says, baby, you will be fine!
But hope I am not good with numbers
In the worst of my destruction, all my feelings well up in me near eruption
I will burst or I will hurt myself before I let you know of what you mean to me
There are no words, at least none that I have heard
That would do proper justice to your every beauty
I swear I could've loved you better, faster, wiser, kinder
Longer, stronger, with more skin
That's over now; for things are just beginning
I receive you like a dream, and then let go, for all I know is getting better
And wicked is the mind which has resigned itself to pine for fairer weather
Perhaps I could've loved you better, kinder, wiser
But I'm getting older, living
So I'm giving over now, and into the beginning