You've got a warm heart
You've got a beautiful brain but
It's disintegrating...
When you met me, I hid behind tinted glasses
that I still have, over-sized and
probably back in fashion.
You remember I kept them on during lunch
in a dark restaurant, when I met you.
When you met me, I painted my fingernails
and wore make-up, although my clothes were
simple, streaked with dried clay or
my daughter's small, fading, fingerpainted handprints.
You've got a soft heart that
is slowing down says the doctor.
We didn't know our marriage
would be so unpredictable;
when you met me, when I met you.
We've had our share of both amazing and awful times,
but now is different.
I tell you it's the disease or the medicine
and you trust me, falling asleep for the night after
watching Dora the Explorer, after happily eating
a Klondike bar, your clothes on, above the comforter.
In silence, I sobbed, seeing the holes
in the heel of one of your brown socks.
lyrics Daughter 168