sometimes we're lovers
when I haven't been talking to him
and you're sick of driving 
girls to their cars in the morning

you call me,
i come over,
and for three days we smoke cigarettes in your bed

you play the trumpet
while straddling my ass
and we occasionally step out for coffee -

where we run into your friends
who pretend to not notice
how lonely
we both are

Between Us

if i was a boy
my father said
"maybe 'Cody' is what we'd have called you"

if i was a boy
would I have eaten
just 5 clementines a day when I was 16?

if i was a boy
mechanics might listen
instead of looking around for my dad or my husband

i don't talk loud
in large groups of men,
just a strained whisper in hopes they'll listen

always crossing my legs,
not because it's polite,
just trying to take less space and be slight in your sight

if i was a boy,
i'd take you home,
pour you a glass of wine, put a record on

we could stay up all night,
we could learn how to touch,
without a judgement of what that says about me

it wouldn't mean i'm a slut,
whatever that means,
cause 'boys will be boys,' whatever means

but i'm not a boy,
i'm just a girl,
i'm just a human, with all that entails

Just a Girl

H.A.G.S

two sheep
two sheep, four cows
two sheep
two sheep, four cows
two sheep
two sheep, four cows and twenty-three chickens

you'd build
you'd build, i'd bake
you'd build
you'd build, i'd bake
you'd build
you'd build, i'd bake, but you - you're only gonna build a wall

we talked
we talked strawberries
we talked
we talked strawberries
we talked
we talked strawberries, and you - say you want seven babies

you'll sleep
you'll sleep, i'll toss
you'll sleep
you'll sleep, i'll turn
you'll sleep
you'll sleep, i'll toss cause you - you're only gonna break my heart

three days
three days, one bed
three days
three days, one bed
three days
three days, one bed - and tomorrow, you're gone to Morocco

Our Farm

I wanna be Tom Waits
Ooh - I wanna growl
Sex in an ashtray
The devil himself

Sad Bastard Music

you're afraid that i won't change
dancing my hips and head till i'm dizzy
tracing my pointy lips with the tip of my tongue
shaping my body for tijuana bibles,
changing my first name to 'dixie'

you're afraid i'll never slow down like you
you're afraid i won't settle down for you
you're afraid whenever i go down

you're afraid of how easily i distract,
and the way my eyes light up in others
you're afraid when i run off into the late night,
and who will be the source of my moonsight

you're afraid i'll never slow down like you
you're afraid i won't settle down for you
you're afraid whenever i go down

you're afraid and i am too, but if i can't change,
will you still hold my hands,
letting my feet float on your feet?
as we shuffle across the kitchen floor,
as the ice melts under warm summer tequila

you're afraid i'll never slow down like you
you're afraid i won't settle down for you
you're afraid whenever i go down

i'm afraid i'll never slow down like you
i'm afraid i won't settle down for you
i'm afraid whenever i go down

Tijuana Bibles

i heard that you're a busboy now
at that little indian place
i worked at when i met you

i heard that you’re not sad no more
you found some land
you settled down, you breathe a lil easier

and you’re writing songs again
a show here, an album there
you’ve got people talking


i hope that you’re happy now
those sad eyes have a brain behind 
that works too hard

can’t say that it feels ok
that’s just the truth, that’s just life
we get there day by day

nothing but love for you
we never worked, it’s not our fault
just a bit too similar 


been seeing you ‘round town these days
the brim of your hat, i hear your laugh
crooked smile you can’t mistake

remembering how young I was
younger than you, body and mind
just what i needed at the time

remembering that sunny day
you liked my hair, i dug your voice
when you asked me what was my name?

I don't think I should name this song after you

you’re balding now
kinda makes me feel better
i’m fatter now
maybe that makes you feel better

we’re older now
still up to the same old tricks
not wiser now
fuck each other just for kicks

your art is okay
i feel like you’re past your peak
my art is alright
better when i couldn’t sleep

we’re older now
still up to the same old tricks
not wiser now
fuck each other just for kicks

your friends are drunks
passing out when they’re on stage
my friends are dumb
trading art for 401(k)s

we’re older now
still up to the same old tricks
not wiser now
fuck each other just for kicks

your house is a mess
but we always found room in your bed
my house is a mess
but you always found space in my head

we’re older now
still up to the same old tricks
not wiser now
fuck each other just for kicks

you’re balding now
kinda makes me feel better
i’m fatter now
i hope that makes you feel better

Peter Pan

will you still love me
when i’m old and in the way
will you still touch me
like you did yesterday

tomorrow and the next day

when liver spots 
start dotting on my breasts
my hearing’s shot,
and my eyesight is a mess

tomorrow and the next day

will you still love me
if i panic, pull away
if i’m not sure
if i should leave or i should stay

tomorrow and the next day

will I still love you
when you’re slow and lazy fat
you’re uninspired
taking sun naps like a cat

tomorrow and the next day

will you still love me
when i’m dark and low and sad
not a girl of twenty-three
but a woman, old and mad

tomorrow and the next day

will you still love me
when i don’t know who you are
will our love last
longer than our hearts?

the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day…

Old and in the Way

gonna work on my love letters
gonna work on my bread
put a dent in my sewing bag
practice my italian

went to the grocery store
walked slowly around
seems we’re starved for conversation
talk too low, yet, too loud

visit the hospital
catch me holding my breath
you’ve only been asleep for 2 days
but a year has passed in that bed

so i’ll  work on my love letters
gonna work on my bread
put a dent in my sewing bag
practice my italian

io mangio il pompelmo
io mangio sempre
beviamo tutti i vini
bevo tè verde

gonna try to stretch out everyday
read under a tree
but i’ll probably just sleep in far too late
and watch too much TV

but i’ll work on my love letters
maybe work on my bread
try to put a dent in my sewing bag
definitely practice my italian
 
and when it’s all over
we’ll all wander outside
our tongues and bodies will touch
our mouths with no reason to hide

i hope this for you, my friend
and i hope it for me
we can weather the strangest storms
for here comes the sun

kellyelenadugan

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