aaron wrixon

He was named after Elliot Ness
And if pressed he’ll pretend to confess
He doesn’t know who Ness was
(Despite the fact that yes he does)
She thinks she was named after Suzy Parker
And though the truth is somewhat darker
It’s sad but she’ll never know
Her parents died with the reason long ago

They find each other
(However it is that lovers find one another)
Days filled with lust and laughter
And fairy tales of ever after

And in another year
The face of the future seems perfectly clear
And they’re sure they both want it maybe
So they get married and try for a baby

They’ll name a girl after Carson McCullers
(The southern names have so much more color)
And though Suzy doesn’t like to read the duller books
She’s written it a thousand times and likes how it looks
If they have a boy she’s got no clue
But she’s pretty sure that only something artsy will do
And since Elliot lives for Suzy’s every whim
He’ll pretend that it doesn’t really matter to him

They love each other
(However it is that lovers love one another)
No sudden moves and no surprises
Just clenched teeth and calculated compromises

And in another two years
The sound of a crying child fills their ears
Life is an endless fight
About who gets up when Carson screams in the night

Now Suzy is messaging online
With a man she thought attractive in grade nine
And if the baby starts to whine, let her
No-one but her Facebook friends get her
Elliot’s taken up other hobbies
Like sneaking in and out of hotel lobbies
He’s trying to stop, but oh… Bobby’s eyes
You can see in Bobby’s eyes he’s not like the other guys

They hate each other
However it is that lovers hate one another
Things unsaid and words unspoken
Promises made and promises broken

And in another year
They look around and wonder “How did we get here?”
Sepulchral beds and silent suppers
Tombs to the death of life in the city’s suburbs

© 2010 Aaron Wrixon.

So this is it
You’re moving on
Your bags are packed and in your head you’ve already gone
Good for you
You say “try to understand”
But I hope you weren’t expecting me to

This is it
You’re finally free
You found a new dream and found it didn’t include me
Good for you
It will be tough on your own
But no-one bounces back quite like you do

That day outside the cemetery
You said I made your heart sing like a happy canary
I’d never heard such words from another lover
I should have run for cover

So this is it
How do you feel?
You’re going to beat the big apple; you’re going to be a big deal
Good for you
But when you’re spreading your cheeks
Don’t forget to start spreading the news

That day outside the cemetery
You said I made your heart sing but I should have been wary
Now the only thing that’s singing is me for my dinner
“I’ve never been a winner”

When we came upon the little church
You said you’d never leave me in the lurch
But here I am in the lurch
Fuck that canary and its fucking perch

That day outside the cemetery
I said a silent prayer to the mother Mary
But I guess I should have saved my prayers for later
Good luck with that dream of yours, you traitor

© 2010 Aaron Wrixon.

Curl up beside me
I need shelter from the storm
Keep me warm, keep me warm
Come and keep me warm

Oh I miss them to pieces
But I will never go back there
It’s not that I don’t care
I would never dare

Lying in bed with the Beautiful and Damned
I can’t remember who I am
Breaking to pieces these hearts one by one
Done, done and done

Where are you going?
Linger for a while
This guilt trip’s not your style
Come and make me smile

You know I’d go to pieces
If you walked out tonight
Let’s don’t fight tonight
We can make this right tonight

Lying in bed with the Beautiful and Damned
I can’t remember who I am
Breaking to pieces these hearts one by one
Done, done and done

Do you think we might be friends
When all of this ends?
When this sad sorry business ends,
Will we still be friends?

Lay down beside me
For just another hour
Don’t look so sour
You can be so very sour

When all this falls to pieces
I’ll remember you told me it would
Not that it did any good
You knew it never could

Sprawled on the sofa with Cakes and Ale
You look so suddenly frail
Breaking to pieces these hearts one by one
Done, done, done, done, done

© 2010  Aaron Wrixon.