Purge
Avah | June 18, 2008
I think it’s time to purge the sludge from my life.
When I broke up with my ex, Casi, I erased all our e-mails and IMs and pictures and it was so liberating, and even though it was hard, I’m glad I did it. It makes getting over someone a lot easier because it’s a lot harder to reminisce about the “good ole days.”
I think I need to take that step with Jefferson. It’s a little more intense erasing 2 years of history as opposed to 3 months, but it’s for the best. If only if it were a simple process to pluck him from the blog.
3rd break-ups stick. I swear.
Scar- by Missy Higgins
He left a card, a bar of soap and a scrubbing brush next to a note,
That said “use these down to your bones”.
And before I knew I had shiny skin and it felt easy being clean like him,
I thought “this one knows better than I do”
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle
He tried to cut me so I’d fit
And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could’ve gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more. So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
So the next one came with a bag of treats,
She smelled like sugar and spoke like the sea
She told me don’t, trust them trust me.
Then she pulled at my stitches one by one,
Looked at my insides clicking her tongue,
And said “This will all have to come undone”.
A triangle trying to squeeze through a circle,
She tried to blunt me so I’d fit.
And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar, that everyone wants a little more?
So that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
I think I realised just in time, about my old self was hard to find.
You can bathe me in your finest wine but I’ll never give you mine.
‘Cos I’m a little bit tired of fearing that I’ll be the bad fruit nobody
buys,
Tell me, did you think we’d all dream the same?
And doesn’t that sound familiar? Doesn’t that hit too close to home?
Doesn’t that make you shiver; the way things could have gone?
And doesn’t it feel peculiar that everyone wants a little more?
so that I do remember to never go that far,
Could you leave me with a scar?
could you leave me with a scar? ah-ah-ah.
