someday my pain.. someday my pain will mark you. harness your blame and walk through. with the wild wolves around you, in the morning i’ll call you, send it farther on. solace my game.. solace my game, it stars you. swing wide your crane and run me through. and the story’s all over you.
in the morning i’ll call you. can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted sinatra blue? what might have been lost doesn’t bother me. what might have been lost… someday my pain.
“our individuality is all, all, that we have. there are those who barter it for security, those who repress it for what they believe is the betterment of the whole society, but blessed in the twinkle of the morning star is the one who nurtures it and rides it, in grace and love and wit, from peculiar station to peculiar station along life’s bittersweet route.”—via bldg25: tom robbins - jitterbug perfume