I’ve got memories of women like you,
‘n it ain’t, it ain’t, it ain’t at all the same,
but I’ve got memories of women like you–
–in scenes best described in private(s.)
the one women, really,
wish I’d loved her,
—-which is another mark ‘gainst you,
not that any of that’s your fault.
but I got this love of lovin’ love,
‘n this habit of projectin’ passion,
makes it real hard, real hard to parse truth.
it don’t help none that I’ve got memories of women like you,
’cause my mind’s assumin’ intimacy that ain’t,
not that it ain’t got a chance,
:.is it wrong to hope?.:
but that it ain’t had a chance.
‘n it don’t help none that it’s gettin’ colder,
‘n winter’s like to have that bed-lone bite.
it don’t help you none,
–got this older man thinkin’ wrong ‘n you just met–
it don’t help me none,
–climbin’ trees, best not climbed–
but I got this song se/a
‘n maybe I’ll talk you into listenin’,
maybe I’ll come to sense again.
maybe,
don’t know what you’re up to, kid,
you done this before,
‘n it ain’t ever gone well.
