.& 009. Words That We Couldn’t Say

We couldn’t say them, so now we just pray them: words that we couldn’t say. Funny, aint it? Games people play. Scratch it, paint it, one in the same. We couldn’t find them, so we tried to hide them: Words that we couldn’t say. It hurts, don’t it? Fools on parade. taint it, own it, chase it away. We couldn’t make them, so we had to break them: Words that we couldn’t say. Sometimes baby, we make mistakes. Dark and hazy, prices we pay. I seat here in my shelf, just talking to myself: Words that we couldn’t say.
Yoko Kanno – “Words We Couldn’t Say”

Words I can’t seem to say. So I’ll let the proverbial pen say them for me.

• Maybe I’m neurotic, as you say, because I’m overcompensating for your lack of caring and worry. It has to even out somewhere, right? And maybe a little less Asshole is required for us to work.
• Do you enjoy tearing me apart, tearing me down?
• What will I bitch about when we move out? You, undoubtedly. It’s not like you’ve changed at all.
• Do you want me to stay?
• You just don’t get it. The word “sorry” is not a nasty word. In fact, should it be spoken, a lot of things would be made better. But “sorry” seems to be completely missing from your vocabulary.
• I am not your mother.
• You’re an arrogant asshole. I hate you for it. And I hate that none of my friends like you at all. It hurts to hear from them all that I can do so much better. Do something about it and prove them wrong.
• Oh, and your choice in music sucks.