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He labors sadly unappreciated
In some kind of codependent blur
But until the masochist in him is sated
He’d prefer to get his punishment from her

Don’t get him wrong. He’s not trying to be a pity-hog
He’s just so happy when he’s down
He would be her stooge; he’d gladly be her dog
If she would only throw his heart around

He’s spent almost half of his life in therapy
Even his shrink is getting bored
But even though he asks himself “what’s wrong with me?”
He knows he loves to be ignored

Don’t get him wrong. He’s not trying to be a pity-hog
He’s just so happy when he’s down
He would be her stooge; he’d gladly be her dog
If she would only throw his heart around

He’d profess his love from the top of the highest hill
He’d write her name up in the sky
He’d recite “what light?” beneath her windowsill
Anything to try to catch her eye

Don’t get him wrong. He’s not trying to be a pity-hog
He’s just so happy when he’s down
He would be her stooge; he’d gladly be her dog
If she would only throw his heart around
He spreads the word himself all over town
He’s at his happiest when he’s down

Penguin overcomes his fear and gives walrus a kiss.
Walrus sheds a happy tear.
She’s always dreamed of this.
Penguin says,
“I’ll keep house, I’ll watch over the babies.
I’ll be the very model of domesticity.
I’ll make sure you’ve got nothing to do
But laze around letting me love you.”

Penguin rests his sleepy head by walrus’ side.
Walrus says, “I must be dead. I’m in heaven…
Have I died?”

Come on Carmen… pull it together
You’ve got to try to hang on
I talked to the warden. He said my behavior
Will have me out before long
I’ll be home before long

There’s something I should tell you about
I had another visit from Schaeffer
He’ll be waiting for me when I get out
But this time we’re gonna play it safer

It’s good money, and he knows I’m good for it
And this time we won’t get caught
Come on honey… you know I can’t quit
This is all I’ve got
Schaeffer’s all I’ve got

I can’t handle the straight life
I ain’t smart like you
I don’t like it any more than you do, babe
But it’s all I know how to do
This is what I do

I’m no good for the straight life
I ain’t smart like you
I don’t like it any more than you do, girl
But it’s all I know how to do
This is what I do

The baby’s growing up so fast

Love don’t fall prey to her charms
‘Cause I’m here for the taking
I’m waiting for you

It’s hard to let go when you can’t see the future
When the future seems so far
I know, I know you’re not ready for the future
But I’ll be right here waiting until you are

Love don’t you be too alarmed
It’s a tough choice you’re making
But I’m waiting for you
I’m waiting for you

© 2001, 2011 Aaron Wrixon.

I was minding my business when your heart the temptress
Came dressed up in sweetness, and mine fell into line

Then all of sudden everything changed
My common sense up and left me alone
My priorities somehow got rearranged
It was like my heart had a mind of its own

There’s no explanation for my tribulation
But premeditation between your heart and mine

Then all of sudden everything changed
My heart fell hard for everyone to see
My priorities somehow got rearranged
Cupid’s having a good laugh on me

There’s no explanation for my tribulation
But premeditation between your heart and mine

© 2001, 2011 Aaron Wrixon.

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.

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.

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.