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Falling through pages of Martens on angelsFeeling my heart pull westI saw the future dressed as a strangerlove in a space-dye vestLove is an act of blood and I’m bleedinga pool in the shape of a heartBeauty projection in the reflectionAlways the worst way to start”But he’s the sort who can’t knowanyone intimately, least of all a woman.He doesn’t know what a woman is.He wants you for a possession, something to look atlike a painting or an ivory box.Something to own and to display. He doesn’t wantyou to be real, or to think or to live.He doesn’t love you, but I love you.I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas andfeelings, even when I hold you in my arms.It’s our last chance… It’s our last chance…”Now that you’re gone I’m trying to take itLearning to swallow the rageFound a new girl I think we can make itas long as she stays on the pageThis is not how I want it to endAnd I’ll never be open again”…I was gonna move out…ummm…get,get a job, get my own place, ummm,but… I go into the mall where Iwant to work and they tell me, I’m,I was too young…””Some people, gave advice before,about facing the facts, aboutfacing reality. And this is, thiswithout a doubt, is his biggestchallenge ever. He’s going to have to face it.You’re gonna have to try, he’s gonna to have to tryand, uh, and, and, and get some help here.I mean no one can say they know how he feels.””That, so they say that, in ya knowlike, Houston or something, you’dsay it’s a hundred and eighty degrees,but it’s a dry heat.In Houston they say that?Oh, maybe not. I’m all mixed up.Dry until they hit the swimming pool.””…I get up with the sun… Listen.You have your own room to sleep in,I don’t care what you do. I don’tcare when. That door gets locked,that door gets locked at night by nine o’clock.If you’re not in this house by nine o’clock, thenyou’d better find some place to sleep. Becauseyou’re not going to be a bum in this house.Supper is ready…”There’s no one to take my blameif they wanted toThere’s nothing to keep me saneand it’s all the same to youThere’s nowhere to set my aimso I’m everywhereNever come near me againdo you really think I need youI’ll never be open again,I could never be open again.I’ll never be open again,I could never be open again.And I’ll smile and I’ll learn to pretendAnd I’ll never be open againAnd I’ll have no more dreams to defendAnd I’ll never be open again