Deborah Grabien
Cleaning out my closet, cleaning out my heartI'd clean out my memory but I don't know where to start.
So much dust and mystery, all that lovely history
I can't really seem to see a seam to pry apart
Cry for memory.
Once I thought I knew you, once I saved your ass
Fed your cat and loved you, love, believed that we would last
So much back there to regret I can't quite relinquish yet
All these years, I can't forget, you colour all my past
Cry for memory.
If, if, baby what if, I'd done this or you'd done that
I don't see a difference: in the end, we'd both be gone
How much of us was wasted? How much of us a lie?
How much of what I couldn't keep was because I didn't try?
And when I broke and when I ran I didn't really understand
That when I left behind the man, I lost the right to cry
Cry for memory.
If, if, baby what if, I'd done this or you'd done that
I don't see a difference: in the end, we'd both be gone
If I had a single wish just for old time's sake
I think I'd take just one more day,
a whole clean heart to break
Maybe someday I can say "I got it back, and it's OK:
You never loved me anyway."
Just one lie for both our sake
Cry for memory.
© 2014 Deborah Grabien