Mica

I wanted to remember my mica
You helped me again to think of the unthinkable things.
Made my arms hurt so bad I would happily forget.
You´re surprised at what you go through.
As if no one ever told you.
(On your own feet, your own feet stand.
Not to wallow in heart ache).
I´ve done more than I would like to.
But it´s not all that I can do.
(You gotta get out of bed, into it).
When even your bad luck runs out,
not to wallow in self-pitying pathetic dreams.
You know what I mean.
She worked hard to be his novice and then broke into his office.
(With her clothes off, her clothes off still.
Not to wallow in heart ache)
Amor, settle for a small dart if you can´t find it in your heart.
But there´s a big noise from her chest.
Let me do the talking, now that I´m here.
You´ll steal all the attention anyway.
`cause something about you compels me to feel
that a glued together vase is still a vase.
(Not to wallow in heart ache)