and more quotes...

I've blogged this song before... but while I'm on quotes, here are the words.
What happens to imaginary friends? (or real ones...) I keep listening to this song.
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1. Lisa (Esopus Magazine 2005)
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There’s nothing I could call this
No architecture for the order of things
When I sat and watched you sleeping
Before the trucks arrive, boxed up your better life
I wrote you letters for awhile

Left to haunt this sad estate
In hollow walls and empty halls but all I saw was
Some doll that you’d abandoned
So I crawled inside where the stitching held me tight
And hoped that you’d come back to find me some time.

I hope that you’ll forgive me for being so severe
Your proximity was clouding my account of what was real here
You’re eight years old I’m stuck inside the wall
you always talk but never hold me
And I wish that you would ask me how I’m feeling
There’s so much I want to tell you about the way I’m disappearing
And so many years have passed since that
I left the house I left the map to my new wall
You must have never found it
And I heard that you got married
And I hope that she helps you fall asleep these days

'Cause I knew the ways
When you were eight
You’re not what I imagined
You’d become when we were younger
But I’m still in love with that one

But I’ve since found your parents’ house
And live inside the wall
But you don’t ask about me when you call