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“The Perfect Space”

4 August 2010

I wanna have friends that I can trust,
that love me for the man I’ve become, not the man that I was.
I wanna have friends that’ll let me be
all alone when being alone is all that I need.

I wanna fit in to the perfect space,
feel natural and safe in a volatile place.
And I wanna grow old without the pain,
give my body back to the earth and not complain.

Will you understand when I am too old of a man?
And will you forget when we have paid our debt:
who did we borrow from, who did we borrow from?

Okay, part two: now, clear the house.
The party’s over: take the shouting and the people–
“Get out!”
I have some business and a promise that I have to hold to.
I do not care what you assume or what the people told you.

Will you understand, when I am too old of a man?
Will you forget when we have paid our debt:
who did we borrow from, who did borrow from?

I wanna have pride like my mother has,
And not like the kind in the Bible that turns you bad.
And I wanna have friends that I can trust,
that love me for the man I’ve become, not the man that I was.

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