i listen to joanna newsom's "clam crab cockle cowrie" and i realize i have to let you go, you're gone, you're so far gone and your drunken apology emails can't cut it.
i did leave for 41 days. i backpacked over italy, spain, france and london. i don't regret it one bit. i am sorry you couldn't just be happy for me and there for me. you made your choice. i guess i have to make mine, now.
I do as I please
Now I'm on my knees
Your skin is something that I stir into my tea
And I am watching you
and you are starry, starry, starry
and I'm tumbling down, and I check a frown
It's why I love this town
Well, just look around
just see me serenaded hourly! celebrated sourly!
dedicated dourly; waltzing with the open sea
clam, crap, cockle, cowrie
will you just look at me?