A song about God, a woman, compulsions or perhaps my anima.
i call again
i call again
i try to get close, you push me away
i can't say i blame you but i want you to stay
that's all there is to it
i wander around, living day by day
with unanswered questions and endless delays
why can't we get through it?
i call up to see you, you always say yes
but when's the next time its anybody's guess
how much longer can i do it?
yet,
i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do
we go to the mall, i wash your clothes
when you have a cold i blow your nose
its a crying shame
you spend your life, searching for the perfect match
and here i sit waiting for your scraps
its a sad sad game
the truth of it all, is that you can't see
no matter what i do this is me, this is me
it remains the same
no matter what i do this is me, this is me
it remains the same
yet,
i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do
i call again, i always call again
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do
i do
i call again, i always call again
even though we both know
its the wrong thing
to do
jeff grant
2007
Excerpt from The Art of Surviving Prison
Copyright 2013, all rights reserved
Jeff Grant, Progressive Prison Project
jgrant3074@icloud.com
15 E. Putnam Ave. #370
Greenwich, Connecticut 06830
(203) 339-5887
Copyright 2013, all rights reserved
Jeff Grant, Progressive Prison Project
jgrant3074@icloud.com
15 E. Putnam Ave. #370
Greenwich, Connecticut 06830
(203) 339-5887
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